Rolling off the tongue,
A metamorphosed shtick of pleasure.
In and out In and out – it moves with rigorous friction and pressure.
A bitter sweet taste of everlasting serenity,
Only drowned by the spittle seeping from the lip-side.
One might groan and moan from the intense pleasure;
Yet is steady as not to release the logoligied juice of intensity!
As we near the peak of ecstasy,
We seem to heighten our senses to receive every juice of joy.
Our whole body grows intense and then at once,
THE BODY OF WORDS THAT SEEM TO ENTERTAIN OUR VERY EAR AND STIMULATE OUR WIRED MINDS SPEW OUT HOT AND CONSCIOUS JOY. SO THAT OUR BEING IS AT PEACE AND FULLY STIMULATED.
Catharsis!
Words spoken, Spoken words.
Words Written, Written words.
The Duplicity of life.
The power of a Wordsmith.
A play on the mind, A play on reality.
Understanding is the spark.
Believing is fire.
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