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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. .