My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
excitatory, analogy, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Pastoral
Lying side by side
In the heart of a cold night
Just me and you
Nobody else…
(Preparatory phase begins)
Winter sensation sets in
Sensational reflex blends in
Slender limbs make slimy moves
Little finger touches set the pace
Body chemistry changes control
(Excitatory phase begins)
Electric signals are sent
Heart rate ascends
Blood flow transcends
Tingling sensations received
Body waves retrieved
And a spike potential achieved
(Take off phase begins)
Eyes lock while lips contact
Arms encircle to attach warm embrace
Emotions interlace
Action potential ignites
Higher center shuts down
Then a journey begins
To the garden of unending feels
Categories:
excitatory, first love,
Form: Romanticism