Any Way The Wind Blows

When the urge is overwhelming
I am at a lost for any tact
a claim I want to make
with you situated on your back

Stroking it wildly but no replacement for the deed
that explicit serenity within me rises high
all systems go pistons firing
oh yes Jimi I can touch the sky

A stallion's mount is what you are getting
like granite chiseled with a pointed head
color change is apparent
brown, pink, and a touch of red

Not only from the friction we are making
but underneath the nerves so relate
though we can manipulate variables
for sure the end is a tried before fate

You further cemented the seed blowing
when you suggestively moved against me
sprung to life what controls many impulses
consumed my appendage is with a call to be free

The vigor and zest of the endeavor
no doubt that I left you a gift
with your skills it will be renewed often
constantly giving the most sensual of lifts