Under the Pressure

Erotic Poetry

Coiled lightning bolts;

Crushed thunder claps;

Inverse volcanic ejaculation;

Crossed hurricane eyes;

All beneath my quivering percussive drum-tight skin.

With collapsed lungs and stolen breath,

Choking on lament and eternal shade,

I am writhing and grabbing

And clawing and squeezing

The errant parts and pieces

That refuse to stay coiled and crushed and compressed.

Things are collapsing and expanding,

And the skin stretched over my heart is crazing and cracking

Under the pressure.



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