Arteries are our Friends

blood is life

They rush the blood that quenches needs
The blood that causes flush of cheeks
That makes the pupils dilate
and engorged genitals palpitate

They feed the brain the oxygen
to feel the feelings once again
or maybe even hold in store 
emotions never felt before 

The blue veins struggle to off-vent, 
the purple blood of passion spent
and pound with hot intensity
easing muscles aching needs.

But arteries pumping deep inside
keep us hot with throbbing life
and deliver hearts incessant beat
to every last extremity. 

The End

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