The On Button

Feel it throbbing under my fingertips
Feel it tingle under my moistened lips
A quivering prisoner of my gentle touch

The delightful agony of losing control
The absence of innocence in your passive soul
This dependence on pleasure has become a crutch

See you express long buried desires
See you reconnect all the electrical wires
All because of a single action

The colour of life returns to your face
As the invasion continues in your most vulnerable place
There’s no better reaction

You plea for more as the process continues
Yet you hope for exploration in other venues
One thing at a time, my dear

The sweat is so plentiful it glistens
Your mind no longer wanders, it listens
You’re no longer married to fear

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
3:54 p.m.

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