Pornographic Nights

The full moon
atop yon pine
and precariously perched
brings words like turgid
and tumescent
to mind.
The gently sweating cooler
causes steamy
and torrid
to rush to your tongue.
Things waft and burgeon.
The very air has a palatable texture
and damp
Scents hanging
in a veritable miasma of sweetness.
Enormous Luna and Sphinx moths flap by,
sipping from moon flowers that are popping open
like tiny explosions,
hemming one in.
It is all too momentous
and substantial.
Fireflies flit about,
providing neon lighting
for the edges of the woods
while blinking their message of sex.
Shrieking crickets,
screeching cicadas,
screaming frogs,
and harumphing gators
all begging for love
shattering the serenity of the night into nonexistence
with their ceaseless need.



  1. June 2, 2013 at 6:45 pm

    Wow! Great stuff.

    • witchyluck said,

      June 2, 2013 at 7:04 pm

      thanx girlie! I think I just wanted a place to use ‘tumescent’ 😉

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