poisonous passion

not too sure about how folks feel towards poison oak (PO).
my feelings on the subject runs rather deep, due to what
this plant can do to such a fragile flesh such as mine!

and not to get into too much of the gory details.
yet, i will try and provide some tangible facts on the subject
of this poisonous yet passionate disposition i have acquired
upon my interactions with PO.

my first real affair was due to a prickling of PO's roots unto my left inner forearm.
resulting in a clash of interest:
- mine , dreading the idea of being so close to the source of agony
and never ending pain (actually, the duration of most exposure
and discomfort is about 3 weeks)
{ more facts- poisonivy.aesir.com/view/fastfacts.html,
www.fda.gov/fdac/features/796_ivy.html }
- and the reason for the PO to inflict such agony and pain,
knowingly(?), towards those susceptible.

the effect was indeed horrifying! for those who actually witnessed
the onslaught of what was once my left forearm, i applaud your ability
in keeping your tummy from throwing shit out of your mouth.
and for those who have no clue... imagine upon seeing such a thing
that your tummy would have wanted to do what was described above.
(the picture will give you a clue...)

will i describe what had occurred? not sure if i want to.
yet, i will get more into the passion of the poison.
as you know the itchy effects of PO can be mesmerizing.
once it starts, once you provoke the itchiness, or even aware of
it after trying to ignore it, the result can send you... away with
agony and frustration.

with what i had done to myself upon contacting the roots,
and i knew i was fucked when it slyly brushed itself upon my inner
forearm, the itch was non existent. i felt no itchy effects what so ever!
actually, my forearm was numb by the poison.
sometimes poison has such an affect. too much... and something dies.
my nerves went into shock!
the pain was not there... not yet!
when the itchiness decided to show its true form... 4 days later...
i was, to say the least, in ecstasy.

this was last year, the poison oak injection incident.
i was not clear as to how and why i felt ecstatic back then. it was
like a dream. when i had sex, the moment of orgasm was like
that moment of poisonous ecstasy. the comparison was undeniable!

i am sure that was what is was like back then... because, upon its
anniversary, i have been stricken with PO's passion. this time the
plant has claimed my senses from the carrier we all love and
admire, the transporter of fleas himself, a dog name nestle.
the fucker was soaked in poison, literally dipped in a tub of it,
and exposed the dreaded plants sweetness upon my flesh.
thus, the passion began in earnest. this time i was not in shock,
no numbness, just that ecstatic itchiness and the orgasmic references.
i was so determined to rub the juices of PO all over my penis
if i thought i could endure the result of such a task.

i have just taken a shower and dowsed the ruined right forearm,
this time, in hot water. it made me almost faint, my toes were
curling inwards. my mind was racing trying to remember such thoughts
of passion in the midst of supposed pain and suffering.
was this pain and suffering? if so... why do i want more?
please give me more...

the sad part to all of this is that it is the season for the PO
to bloom and strut the juices of abuse. and the abundance
is without a doubt. just run amok into the woods naked...
breaking the tender stems, making them weep!

i have often thought of doing just that.