compulsive

[cacian]

fear dilutes
near
solvent steers
to approach it
takes nerves
a distance
curves
it does not take dirt
you will
if you think you can hurt.

[PeterL]

I just want to inflict joy and pleasure.
Jumping joyfully on fearful woman.
Dissolving fear into throes of pleasure.
Caressing nearby curves, both high and low,
Licking to stiffness, rubbing to wetness.
Unlike Coleridge’s virgin, her cave is
Not of ice, but it’s even slipperier.

Into her river Alph I flung my own seed
To make its own way to her sunless sea,
Tickling the slick cave along the way
We spent most of an hour getting there,
Then we both panted like a race horses.

To our pleasure we heard no voices that
Prophesied war or anything, no sound
But quickened breath. No interruption
By ancestors, mailmen, or even dogs
Barking in their jealousy. Nothing but
Shared pleasure and our hopes for future joy.