Alright.....

between your legs
my tongue is
joy, and my mouth
is bliss

there is no tomorrow
here
and i accept there is
dirty
feeling after,

but haven't they told you
that even in such a
very short moment

no matter what you call it
the feeling that you are the king
of the universe
and that stars explode to form
new stars
and new galaxies
will always be there

and when everything turns dark
and silent
you will always remember

once, there was bliss.
once, i was there.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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