WTF?

I am giving
a blow-job
to Mark Harmon
while we are stranded
on an island
called Palau.

Massaging the bulge
of his
worn Levi’s
Original
501’s, I move
my fingers
into position.

Button slipping,
Zipper-down
his Calvin
Kleins
come quickly into view,
and-
instantaneously-
I hide my Peppermint
Altoid
mid-
cheek.

Seductively
I wet my dry-cracked lips,
yearning
for a tube
of Cherry chapstick or a
cold Killian’s Irish Red
to quench
my thirst.

With trepidation I reach in
gripping
the whole of his
being,
like the stick shift
of a 2009 Shelby
GT500KR.

Gently,
I free
the object of my
OBSESSION;
then,
I strike
paralyzing my prey
with sheer
animal skill-
coiling my way around
and around
as the python
envelops its victim.

He moans
I wake.

Thinking…
WTF?  I am watching
WAY too much TV!