The lines aren’t necessarily blurred
I just happen to think many are absurd
Imaginary boundaries we put in place
A way to measure our own disgrace
Against societal norms and satisfaction
Belittling us with their adverse reactions
Suppressing human nature and its beauty
Always out of reach is the power of unity
I’m not afraid of the dark
I get an early morning start
Sacrificing my fitful sleep
To beat the California heat
When all is still tucked in bed
Getting their snooze on instead
It’s calm and quiet till I walk by
With my shepherd at my side
Waking up every dog in sight
Activating the motion lights
Making the evenings a fine
Time for sipping on red wine
Longer days now filled with work
There’s no time for creative words
The whispering breeze
Tickles as it brushes hair
Strands across my face
Energy swirled to infuse
Magic in each breath exhaled
Have a great week!
Even though I drive him crazy
He always manages to save me
When I stumble down the wrong path
He offers his hand to guide me back
Navigating through life when it’s hazy
Safeguarding this package from attacks
Always marching forward, never lazy
Their eyes lock from across the smoke-filled room
Red lips to her flute, she drains the champagne
As she weaves through the crowd without restrain
He knew her very soul he would consume
Making her way through the throng of costumes
Bodies part, respecting her higher reign
A closer look confirms the mark of Cain
On his well-built form catered to amuse
Bows his head in respect to her approach
The sound of the clock strikes the Witching Hour
The crowd encircles them at her encroach
And guards stand by to enforce her power
She sternly lifts up his head in reproach
“In my presence, thou shall never cower!”
Eyes now feast on prospect with permission
Tracing full lips down to swells that suggest
Carnal pleasures in creamy, ample breasts
Standing heedlessly on exhibition
Her head falls back with much delectation
As he rips off her gown to full divest
She gleans his manhood as it manifests
And knows she’ll seduce him to submission
This night he’ll yield, else be charged treachery
She motions the guards that keenly surround
Accustomed servants to her lechery
Properly prepared, he’s forced to the ground
To lap nectar, sharing fluid reverie
Arousing the masses closely around
A swarm of limbs and lasciviousness
Surrounded them, making the whole room spin
“The one way out is for you to come in. ”
Said she, spreading her legs with eagerness.
Compliantly takes his place with firm aim
His rampant prick elicits screams out loud
Wanton in the effects he claims her mouth
No longer caring who controlled this game
Sucking her lip, draws the life out of her
To fill her up with his exploding seed
The fire in her eyes forewarn of anger
But ’twas too late for he had done his deed
The guests aghast ceased all forms of pleasure
Whilst the guards seized him for the death decreed
~ Triple Sonnet
This is the original rendition of Paroxysmal Indulgence, which was featured on www.thepublicblogger.com on March 1, 2015, as part of the Season Premier IV – Raw, and was penned with my talented, “Metrical Writing,” partner and encouraging poetry instructor, Oscar Plascencia, sail on over to his site In So Many Words for a (mostly mature and No H8) poetic voyage.
It was my pleasure and honor to participate in the Season Premier and share the stage with several talented artists, which I completely admire. I hope you all enjoy the performance in its entirety as much as I do. Be sure to check out the other stages too!
London/Sacramento/Los Angeles
starring
recording artist… Jasmine Thompson*
visual artist… Summer Rose as Nacago
written-word artist… Kelly Lewis
written-word artist… Oscar Plascencia
A paroxysm of love
and I’m blinded by beauty.
Tell me what is this power
that you hold over me.
Shall I submit to your whims
or steal away like a thieve.
You’re a mystery and I
sternly forbid you to leave.
In choosing to surrender,
I’m naked at your mercy.
On display for my pleasure,
now prove that you’re worthy.
Relinquish my virtuous heart
to your lascivious snare.
And now standing before you,
my temperature flares.
A paroxysm of lust
now I’m bound to this duty.
I’m ridding expectations
as urged by sovereignty.
I submit to your wild ways
and fall like a broken twig.
Beneath my brutal touch
you flush as my fingers dig.
So I choose…
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