The Journey Poem by Karen Alc.

Your tongue has made this journey many times before,
Passing over succulent folds of valleys and hills,
Scented of strawberry and sex,
Tasting sweet and sultry all at once
Your taste buds dance with every dropp of pleasure that falls upon them
As they rejoice in this rainfall that drenches and overwhelms them

My drink of desire flows sweetly down your throat,
Slowly quenching your unbearable thirst
You have found and endless stream of water
In an otherwise barren Desert
You take from it with crazed passion and lust
Until you hear my silent screams of pleasure
I'm in your hands, do what you will with me
I beg of you, don't stop, don't stop!
Head spinning, clenched teeth,
My tensed hands pulling at the sheets
I'm going mad with desire!

And finally... I arrive.
You take in the gush with a frenzy,
That mad explosion which makes its uncontrollable exit
Out of the dark-red and swelled geyser- so hot, so unrelenting
Leaving me exhausted and trembling
An involuntary tear of joy flows down my cheek
Because each journey is like the first,
And I still can't believe how high you've lifted me
I don't want to come down…

You stop drinking now and coyly smile to yourself
Because you have once again found what you're looking for
On this savory journey... this journey, that like a rush of heroin
Running through your veins,
Keeps you coming back for more and more each time…


February 19,2004