My blood is boiling –
a sanguine song inside me
sits hungry on the horizon,
ready for the moment of release.

The pressure rises to a painful peak,
and the emotions erupt
as the storm screams in
to break upon my bed.

Oh, what rough radiance,
what fulfilling famine…
Oh sweet, merciful darkness –
where have you been my whole life?

Eventually exhausted,
we collapse in sweet surrender
to the mood, the moment, and the magic
of another’s eager arms.

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