Are there any writers perusing these blogs? Any poets reading these words for inspiration or maybe just to satiate the lust that burns for artistic expression?

Well, I don't consider myself either of those. I've just come to appreciate the pure release that comes from penning my thoughts, when passion outshines my ability to contain. No other means of release dares approach that place where raw emotion rages against reason. I wrote the following in late June of this year. It represents that release. Tell me if you feel me.

"BENEATH"
MY BABY’S FLYING BACK INTO MY ARMS ON A SILVER BIRD
SHE’S STEPPING OFF THOSE WINGS AND GETTING INTO MY RIDE.
IT’S GONNA BE SO FINE TO HAVE HER CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH.
I THINK I TASTE HER NOW, HER SWEETNESS FILLING UP MY HEAD
AND RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS…NOTHING ELSE IS LIKE HER LOVE.
IT’S GOT ME JACKED UP ALMOST CLEAN OUT OF MY MIND BUT I KNOW
I’LL TOUCH DOWN AS SOON AS I’M BACK ON TOP AND DEEP INSIDE
OF ALL THAT MAKES HER BEAUTIFUL…SHE’S GOT A GRIP AND I DON’T
WANNA BREAK OUT OF IT…UNTIL IVE GOT HER TANGLED UP IN ME
AND I HEAR MY NAME ON HER LIPS..ITS DRIPPING OFF HER TONGUE
INTO MY MIND…I WANNA WRING IT OUT UNTIL IT GRINDS INTO THE
CORE OF ALL SHES DOING TO ME NOW. I'M DOING IT RIGHT BACK. I FEEL
HER BREATHING HARD AGAINST MY NECK…I HOLD IT STEADY ROCKIN
HEAVY SLOW AND HARD ITS LIKE A SYMPHONY POUNDING DEEP AND
MORE OUT OF CONTROL...I SEE IT BUILDING DEEP, THE LOOK IN HER
EYES ITS BLAZING UP INSIDE HER SOUL LIKE POETRY HER PERFECT BODY
LANGUAGE GETTING LOUDER SWEET AND DESPERATE…HER RHYTHM
FRANTIC UNDERNEATH ME…I'M RUNNING DOWN HER SPINE AND
BACK INSIDE SO DEEP LIKE ULTRA¬SONIC THROUGH HER....
WASHING INTO ME THEN SPILLING OUT OF US LIKE MUSIC THAT’S
BEEN SET ON FIRE…RAGING TO THE DEPTH OF OUR DESIRE THEN
CASCADING OVER US LIKE THE EMOTION WE POURED OUT ONTO
THE TWISTED SHEETS BENEATH THE LOVE WE MADE.