The Psychology of Explicit Composition (Part II)

This is the continuation and finale from part 1 of this series. It goes through the reason of why explicit themes in poetry are acceptable to society and even increase the chances of individuals thoroughly reading throughout your composition.

The man had gone this far,
To perish just for this moment,
He would vanquish the foe of all pricks,
An eternal hunger; a true life component

To indulge in physicality with higher beings,
Was the gilded medal of all soldiers,
He moved on from the eyes and fingertips,
He could not decide which was colder

The first verse is an applied summary of what had just occurred; the man achieved his goal and died just to meet an angel, something considered wild by the human community. It is said that he has slain the eternal hunger of all pricks, the filthy lust of Earth’s members. The ‘gilded medal’ of all soldiers applies to the pride in both indulging themselves in ethereal physical actions and dying valiantly in the battlefield. The script goes on to speak about the brumal feeling in the angel’s fingertips, hinting at a slight feeling of unease to the protagonist.

His ethereal body halted its rise,
And the angel’s fingers moved away,
She drifted above his hardened staff,
And slid her palms down, all the way

The sun above the clouds made his rod shine,
Two hands gingerly sliding down and repeat,
How he managed to hold it in was sublime,
Keeping in his milk; a true glorious feat

The beginning of bluntly stated sexual acts begins here, through the next verses. It gets increasingly wild, and it has become obvious to the reader what is happening. The most important factor is to start the poem with clear lines/plot and to descend into a more sexual and crazed theme by the end. I believe I will go ahead and finish the rest of the poem here, and you can follow along. It will not be complete at the end, but that is for the mind of the reader to finish.

Stroke after stroke, interrupted by mouthfuls,
A swirling of a tongue and thumb apart,
Wetted his wraithlike pout tulls,
A retort quickly came of the tang of tart

Groans emitted from the man’s deep chest,
And exited through his maw,
The orbs in his head searched his scenario,
Searching for naught but a flaw

The angel continued her lustful plight,
Gorging herself on the sounds of delight,
But quickly grew tired of this same old sight,
And began to make their actions a tad more tight

She guided the soul with her hands,
And she lay on a wintry cloud,
The specter of the warrior knelt,
Instead of a proper bow

As the mistress was on her back,
The man’s beam erected above her,
She took it and placed it upon her bosom,
And they both let out a heartfelt purr

Moments later, they gasped in unison,
His scintillating rod fast in motion,
The tip dripping the milky glory,
As a magical brew released from a potion

The man smirked, his goal in life complete,
And began the descent from the sky,
The angel watched him sadly go,
And let out a lonely sigh

He flew down, past the ground,
And into the flames of hell,
Where his soul was judged as the worst,
And in the pits his spirit fell,

Whilst the angel, still nude and denied,
Raised an algid finger,
If lyrics were screams of pleasure,
The woman would be a singer

For she cursed the man’s name,
Her fingertip breaching her fort,
And she brought herself to release,
She wondered why the man was so short

By Shivang Shelat

The commencement of crazy actions has clearly begun and ended with a bit of a twist ending. This provides the reader with the awestruck feeling of what he/she just took the time to read and analyze.

Ample gratitude for following along, and go ahead and start writing your own explicit poetry.