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Nature's relish

Updated: Aug 30, 2020

With keen interest she watches

She watches us

Unravel from the euphoria she had promised

Tingling sensations to a teenage boy

Wondering lusts of a teenage girl

Then she clasps her hands in eager anticipation

Gleefully glistening her teeth to embrace its prey

She watches

Keen on it

She dances

Stroking herself gently till it crashes

Louder than church bell clashes

She grasps it

Pleasure, the tingling sensation of a grown man

Happiness, the wondering lust of a young woman

She dances all night long to the songs of our woes

She climaxes to the joy of our pain

We are all pawns in her game

All one and the same

And in seeking happiness

We seek natures' sadistic euphoria



So I shut my doors

Closed my curtains

And stared at my walls

They stared back with hallow intrusion

Unfamiliar pleasure

The woe of being outstanding

There I stood out of the masses

Necks that bore crosses

and holy water filled pews

Tiptoeing through life I sort to escape

Till I saw her peering through my blinds

I heard her moan before I felt me crash

The experience I had gained helped but little

The pedestal I stood on she hang me with it

Had her way with me

Tossed me to and fro like church bells in perfect hours

So denying pleasure made me her pawn

Tiptoeing aroused her more

Her sadistic pleasure

Weaving her pertinent plot as she climaxed on my woes


He had seen enough!

Her arrogance stank!

So his womb bleed

With horror she watched

Victory might lurk at the door

For to escape might be the only way

He plunged unto the bed in graceful accordance

A melodious hymn retorted

But through her tears he saw but a smile

A laughter that unraveled

As the bed he hit

She came to the tears of his lovers

What if leaving made us pawns?

Fulfilling nature's sadistic pleasure past her climax into euphoria?

So here I am

Pen in hand

My breathing labored from all her pleasure

Dripping secrets that one may escape

...

or maybe not

There is but none

For nature cums anyway.





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