I’m learning to hate the distance between us
Seconds feel like hours and hours feel like days
A moment without your sensual haze
Is like an eternity living among Satan’s dust.
My essence patiently waits for times play
for your essence to quench my lust.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Revolutionise conceptual ideologies
of female sexuality.
Violate the timid role of selfless
need and silenced screams.
Infringe on the thought tank of femininity.
Rebel without a cause other than ourselves.
Scream in the face of opposition.
Peak to the tune of internal desire.
Stir with the spoon of indiscretion.
Ejaculate against regulation.
Secrete the essence of being.
Drain the gushing rush of radiation.
Fly in the face of society
and raise in arms to Pan.
Take inspiration from the nymphs
companion, create mutiny for Selene’s
defy the misguided vision of Yin.
Karen Hayward ©2015.