You primal man!
You human being!
With twitching groin and heated breathing
misting as a waterfall out onto heaving neck.
One of millions staying home,
desiring food and craving sex.
Oh, surrender!
All the freedom-
giving in, drawn,
a helpless victim
to typical humanity,
ever bent on breaking free.
Doesn’t it feel good to breathe?
To want, to crave,
to live, to need?
Divine!
Each ounce of normalcy,
that is poured abundantly-
All this precious, average, common
captivating beauty.
Alphabet Ravine 
Wonderful and delightful. I especially enjoyed your ending lines from Divine! on. Well created.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate your readership and your comments!
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You are very welcome. I feel you have blessed me with gift. There is nothing quite as good or awakening than a great poem or well written book. Best always!
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Powerful writing! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Thank you, Chuck!
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