Priming Your Pump at the Well
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Just one slight push and he slips into you.
Unspoken is this love, for who needs love
In words when there is love to spew?
You want a passion that is push and shove,
A rhythm that is sure, and then withdrawn,
With certainty of ramming back again,
Withdrawn with hot return, a thrust of brawn
Which promises as much as thoughtless pain.
Repeat, repeat, the rawness of this thing
That gives, then takes away, then gives, then goes,
But always aiming for delivering
That moment, slows, then speeds until it glows,
A glowing, painful, beautiful, in bursts,
Burst, BURST, that spasm, filling both your thirsts.
