Poem
Words purged, exorcised from the lexicon
eyes roll back, face and form of a demon
little deaths in the wing span of a swan
the dribbling mess of erupted semen
the page is sticky, hot and satisfied
collaboration of primal forces
peeling away from the orgasmic ride
poetry set free, as wild horses.
© Darius the Mate 09-02-2022
Written for dVerse Poetics: Pounding the Pentameter! (no pun intended)
nicecissist 
This is hot and wild. Much like A little death, isn’t it?
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Hehe, thank you, Yvonne 🙂
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An orgasm of words. I know the feeling Darius, when one hits on the mother load for a piece — the words just seem to come and come. It is indeed very satisfying my friend. Very visceral work here! 🙂
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Much appreciated, Rob!
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This is like a firework…
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you 😇
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Set free, as wild horses ~~ perfect end.
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Glad you liked it – thank you dearly.
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holy moly! this is explosive!
-David
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Haha! Thanks, David.
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A wild and unrestrained take on the prompt! Great work, Darius!
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love this ❤️
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Thank you!! 🖤
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