by R.C. Costa
I was in the presence of the world’s most beautiful electric structure. Scented like candles and flowers to die for.
It must be wonderful inside. I closed my eyes in an effort to hide that come-hither look,
Overcome With libidinous cravings
My mind and footsteps moved uncontrollably, fingers tightly pressed onto the surfaces, it felt better than I could ever imagine.
Distracted by the intensity, the surrounding waves almost passed me by.
To my surprise, I am more welcome than I thought.
With the waves of curiosity running in my brain, and the heat of the structure melting away at me,
I was more eager than ever to see what’s behind those walls.
Slowly I began peeling the walls back, my nose pressed up against the paint I can hardly breathe.
Suddenly, another door flew open. I couldn’t help it,
With a sensuous slink I glided right in.
The teasing and titillation is heading somewhere,
There is fire igniting below, so hot I can sense the eruption coming.
The waves intensified, the heat is at its peak, splashing me in and out,
I can’t help but to go back and forth,
As the eruption gets underway,
I wondered, should I leave the doors in bondage and suspense
Or perhaps the eruption will be spread more evenly.
So hot and wet, I can’t let go.
I held tightly the door looking onto the perfect features of the structure through it all.
The moment of eruption was magical, now I know the structure is beautiful inside and out, and the entrance to the door I will never forget. .
