Coprophilia

*NOTE: I am not writing about myself*

An enticing aroma filling the air

Eyes closed, breathing in deep

With a lusting smile, I become the creep

Wondering if I can take it to my lair

Sweet temptation leading me on

My urges I can control for a while

I am just one more coprophile

My tempting fetish, my tasty bon-bon

Freshly laid and steaming, that is best

Radiating its pungent glory, I must take it

Drawing me closer, I have to have it

Longing for it, heart hammering in my chest

The smell, it makes me weak

The warm touch of it, I must not waste

Running out my tongue, I give it a taste

Rubbing it on myself, the ecstacy I seek

Playing with what's left, staining my hands

Holding them up and inhale deep, eyes glaze

My pleasure, my damnation, this is no phase

Just looking at it will engorge my glands

A desire I hold close, revealing to those I trust

I wish to be there and catch it as it drops

Imagining it primal thought starts, reason stops

Telling the wrong one and they will mistake the lust.

©Josh West