Full circle.

A full circle was again made
In this summer of sweat
Sex and heroin
The taste of her still infects my tongue
Eyes blinded by a flaming star
Bitter and knowing
Fading in and out of not only love but consciousness
A growl
Grunts of animal lust
Pleasure is in the distance
Telling me that it’s time to move on now
For this is the midsummer
We are in heat
And the women all crave cock.

Full circle.

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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It was the middle of summer afew years back.
The heat and lust that flows thru everthing during that time of the year was everywhere. And everywhere I looked.

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