With just one kiss,

She slowly…
Ever so slowly,
Injected herself into me.

Drop by drop…
Minute after minute,
Hour after hour,
She poured herself
Into my veins.

And in doing so,
Coursed through my entire body,
Heart struggling fiercely
To move her serum…
Thick and potent as it was.

The resulting
Physiological impact
Was immense
And immediate.

My pulse quickened,
As a result of the hormones released,
The biological consequence
Of her decidedly intimate presence.

The psychological domination
Was no less severe.

With her now in me,
My neural activity
Was ruled by
This Muse.

Electrical pulses firing,
Synapses alight…
And wholly governed by her.

No thought existed,
Other than those
Centered on her.

No memory existed,
Other than those
Of my passionate encounters,
Serving her every need.

My will to think,
And focus,
And reason,
Had now
Been totally co-opted
By this high priestess.

A small part of
My being struggled
To be free
From this invasion
Of me…

By her.

But a larger part,
Longed for this occupation,

That my life
Had now been changed…

All from that first kiss,

And the injection of her love…


And so very beautifully
Into my heart.



Β© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

30 thoughts on “Injection

    1. Fantastic Tara!! So glad you enjoyed it!! When I was writing this piece, it struck me that nothing could be more physically intimate….so I went with it! Hopefully not too weird! 😊

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  1. electrifying indeed! the thought of that one kiss that has the power over the mind before the body surrenders is definitely more erotic to me. love the simmering passion in your poetry

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