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Fulfillment
by Tobey Anderson

Crimson hues on tongues of silk and satin dance around lustful fire.

Snowy cream flesh and hair of Golden Fleece texture spark sensation to tantalize and titillate fingers and lips, breast and hips.

Lightning bolt sensations send shivers to awaken senses and skin as hairs alarm.

Adrenaline flash fires beat the heart with animated energy and fervor.

Blood flows in floods and rapids and rages over rocks and eddies activating the whole to sense and touch.

Neurons and synapses fire like cannons and mortars in pitched and fevered battle.

Glands pump factories to functions and release floodgates on dams of reservoirs too long held full.

Grey matter folds and melts until the innermost ancient instincts seize power and all conscious thoughts evaporate like brief showers on August boardwalks.

Emotions evolve into living animals in their own right and battle for ascendancy, struggling so that each might feel more and most.

They transform and collide and morph into each and all like nations lost in a time square crowd.

Limbs and souls entangle and dance in passionate embrace communicating without language, speaking without words, telling without speaking.

Intensity increases and builds with orchestral power until the cusp becomes clear and the end is near.

Release comes from Pompeii explosions and Bikini Island bomb blast incinerating and consuming all matter in its blinding nova light.

Tremors and quakes tear fault lines and fields causing foundations to tremble and collapse into heaps of quivering exhausted masses of rubble and dust.

Numbness of body and mind turn reality to dream, as all worldly desires are gone.

Now the only covet is to share and care, to hold and embrace like the shores and the sands, the tides and the reefs, the crops and the soil.

To comfort and cradle, to share pleasure and blissful warmth trying to become one from two.

Aromas and scents of flesh and desire flood nostrils and turn the air to musky sweetness.

Hearts and lungs seek sublime synchronicity as they struggle to calm with accompanying pairs.

Comfort and happiness come to lay blankets of empathy, support and need.

Breath mingles into a single spring breeze as cottony clouds of dreams embrace in shared skies of two allied continents.

Across the twilight, fertile lands of grace and affection begin to moisten, readying to be sown.

Then when slumber finally draws shades the soft clouds collect and upon the seeds nestled, like warm summer cascades, love begins to rain.

Tobery Andersen says he is 'a starving, struggling GenXer artist born in '69 seeking meaning and love. Paper and pen/pencil have always been my favorite lovers as I have traversed a sometimes wasted life looking for answers in all the wrong places. The best is yet to come, I hope.'