At This Hour After Tonight

at this hour
after tonight

when the darkness is over
when dusk peeps in

inside my sighing soul
the warm body whistles

for again it has triumphed
as it feasts upon
the madness of its own flesh

the soul does not perish
but it cannot
for the time being
on some divinities relish

ah! look at this firm body
it has a tongue & a mouth
and luscious lips

it is dominated by its king
this....sex organ

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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