Of dark desires @solperez

May my pupils of pleasure bristle your skin
May my juices of sin be the nectar of your mouth
May my nails scratch your soul until they mark it eternally
May my arms take root and bind your waist to mine
May my teeth hurt your ego and force you to say
the words I long for.

We have poetry. Free verse, visceral, flowing in all directions. Each stanza reinforces that continuous idea of burning desire. It is emotive, it does not cease, nor does it linger in the margins. It is the subtlety that escapes through the pores at times and then furiously retakes the reins of her desire.
“pupils of pleasure bristle your skin”, it is the visual that comes to define the forms, it is that urgency to turn the ego into something susceptible to battles and physical exchanges that leave traces.
But not everything is sexual, it needs to have roots. Connection is the line that moves, that yearns.
I would say that it shows a dominant position where the organic converges with the reliefs of the soul, the now escapes us, nothing is eternal.

Let my juices of sin be the nectar of your mouth

Is it erotic, do you deny it?

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