Blood rush

"A blood rush
Senses alerted... in need (to be fed).
This is not sex
The brain is at full speed
Uttering phrases
Recalling phases
Trying to see
What cannot be

A call for touch
Awareness of a chill in the spine
This is not sex
Nor a bittersweet taste of wine (red, red).
Glueing pictures
Living adventures
Trying to free
Who cannot be

This ain't much
An extreme pleasure, absurd
This is not sex
Only an ejaculation of words (best unsaid).
Dying young
And unsung
Wanting to be
One who does not see"

          by Hyug Badox, just now