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The Unveiling of the Wild Within


A poetic journey through desire, restraint, and sensual release.

Every desire has a journey.
It begins in awakening—a spark we can’t fully name.
Then comes the constraint—when we start to silence what we feel.
And finally, if we choose to follow that spark, comes expression—raw, honest, and alive.
These three poems embody that arc:
from arousal, to inhibition, to forbidden pleasure.


Aroused

I am aroused by you — but why?
This obsession… I cannot comprehend.
What do I crave?
Your body, mind, or your spirit?
What do I seek —
Surrender or Conquest?

Is this hollow and crude,
or my devotion to sensual truths?
Are these guided by wounds, truths,
or simply… you?

Who do I serve,
in my hunger for this wild fire that is you —
the body, the mind,
or the soul’s decree?


Inhibitions

Do you live a life that conceals and snides,
in a vault where unspoken cravings reside?
Are you shackled by fear or your spite,
denying what your true self won’t ever hide?

Do you live behind masks of constriction,
masquerading a valid need for expression?
Do you believe, even now,
that you are righteous and right—
when you confine your passions
and judge them outright?

Will you surrender your pride,
and conquer your wild?
Will you liberate your tides,
and make your soul mild?


Forbidden Pleasures

Beloved woman, I yearn for you today—
a longing so fierce it shadows my light.
A raw, unbridled desire—for your pleasure and mine,
to revel in passions that ignite the night.

Forget the world, let plans slip away.
Reveal yourself beyond your virtuous veil.
Let my touch be the song of our interplay,
let our kiss weave a bond meant to stay.

Together, we'll let our fears dissipate,
reaching ecstasy’s peak, united as one.
And in the afterglow, as passion softens,
our souls will bask beneath the rising sun.

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