Brailroom

fingers glide…intently
seeking the meadow of refuge
a season in the absence of knowing
where time is but a fleeting worry
and the cuvature of space is all that matters
reading the braille of soft silk
lips sigh near the port of madness
no words will find the eager tongue
only trembling keeps its company
mouth draws open hotly
hovers other the site
awaiting surrender to the invitation
the bombardment to commence
as floods rage against elasticity
pressure surges forward into veins
the facade of inhibition begins to crack
the tensile strength of modesty is threatened
cages heave for lack of breath
spines curl with longing
passions voice is low and haggard
rasped with desperate hunger
a clash of wills is displayed
testing limits of abandon
the skin cries its abuse
salty tears bead and pool
lubricating the animals have become
locked in natures drive
compelled to seek the meaning
tactile
sensory elation
reality is a whispered encouragement
the eyes light up in vanity
glazed by the sudden release
near the edge the call is heard
tugging back to this place
as walls are hurriedly raised
to keep the enemy at bay
thanks for the advice
I do not really plan my stuff out
it just kind of happens verse by verse

I like your "voice" but not your tone and form. Can we have some punctuation "up in here"?

hovers other the site…over?

!st thought was ecstasy but your ending deflates that.

You may be bored but your mind is very much "entertained".

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