<Warning: Adult Themes. 18+ years> That Which Is Buried Deep Inside Some hours ago, the Man creeps into bed, And, innocent, he drifts away to sleep. Unguarded, primal instincts stir and seep, And lustful Eros wakes to take his stead. His inhibitions flee, his morals cower, While carnal demons whirl, cavort and fly, And just before the waking hour they cry, “Arise great tower of virile strength and power!” The prepuce now withdraws and brings to view The scarlet glans against a chocolate hue. Erotic turmoil hardens more his pole, As from his sleep the Man regains control. He grasps the jousting staff engorged with blood; With one last stroke, the streams of pleasure flood. Copyright © April 2016, Alan John Branford
The premise of the sonnet is that Mankind has differentiated itself from other animals by the evolution of a brain capable of concepts such as conscience and morality. However, because the more primitive animal instincts – the “seven deadly sins”, as it were – are still present, merely “buried deep inside”, they can become manifest in certain situations. This poem explores Lust in the form of erotic dreams: sleep frees the primal instincts from their usual moral constraints. The erotic dreams culminate in the phenomenon of the wakening erection and masturbation. The sonnet is of the Petrarchan structure of an eight-line octave followed by a six-line sestet. However, the rhyming scheme is much more liberal than in a true Petrarchan sonnet. The octave describes the release of erotic thoughts that comes with sleep. The sestet, which is here just three rhyming couplets, is designed to evoke the fevered awakening from the erotic dreams with a hard erection and spontaneous masturbation. (April 2016)
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