to hold their time at bay,
bodies shared without pretense
and no one to betray.
There are lucid moments spent
in transcendental bliss,
richly perfumed with the scent
of lust's demanding kiss.
Lips descend onto that part
where feelings go insane,
where frictions open up the heart
and all one's passions drain.
Lust consumes me from within
and beats inside my chest,
drawing me into that den
where all potentials rest.
Take me, lover of this night,
possess me from above,
take my passion's thrusting might
into your body's glove.
Hell's own hunger drives my need
with measured beat and rhyme,
spilling forth essential seed
to plant the dreams of time.
Substance given without trace,
a carpet without string,
yet so real that I embrace
the lyrics that they sing.
Through labyrinths of reason
a dream forms in the mind,
reality's off-season
seen through a crack in time.
Jack Keller
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1997, 1998, 1999, 2000 by Jack B. Keller, Jr. of Pleasanton, Texas. All Rights Reserved.
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