In the realm of sacred senses,
What we want is soon made real
Stripped of all our brave defenses,
Focusing on how we feel.

Truth is always at the forefront…
Shedding dark desires we hide.
Into beds of feathered mischief…
Into decadence we slide.

Left to all our vain devices,
We succumb to flesh we need.
Taste is subject to our hunger,
Tattooed skin on which we feed.

Hedonism drives compulsion…
Satisfaction is your goal.
Juxtaposing intuition…
Kisses for a lonely soul.

Seeing is believing (sometimes)
Speaking leads to lovely lies.
Wishes cling to stars in tandem…
Placates what the heart denies.

Kisses, sweet with time, you swallow
Sex creates vain alchemy.
Sweat for taste and tongues we borrow,
Experimental chemistry.

Imagination spills with wonder.
Slippery words flow out your mouth.
Lines to bind the spells we’re under
Excesses that we live without.

Pleasure feeds our expectations…
Longing draws you toward the flame.
Mixing sun, the moon, and shadows…
Screaming out your lover’s name.

Experimental chemistry…
Ecstasy mixed to extremes.
The future proves our history,
While fantasies ignite our dreams.

Skin for skin, we come full circle…
Soul to soul we fall in kind.
Into realms of sacred senses,
Into playgrounds of the mind.

TM DiSarro
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©2025 TM DiSarro/ MindScapes Publishing
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