Knock, Knock!

I've come to fuck your socks off.
Those torrid ankle spring boards
made to look like heels
have done their trick
and gotten my attention.

I've next door listened
night and night
as squeaky deluge rhythms
crank the dial
and buzzing
spread you nightly
splayed the beast within
and yelped your needs
of something more
and more
indelicate
until as last
I've come to knock
you cold and hot
into the next room.

You screamed at last
a thousand names
and if a one had done
his trick then there
might have been some
safely stayed
a nomination
in the sparkled
trenches of your listings
yet the hordes
of gallant souls
were none transfixed
remaining on your lips
for more than
yet a single opalescent
orgasm.

Perhaps a Thor like hammering
will keep your dogs at bay
and must we then
smash down the wall
and walk straight through
to get at
what it takes
to put your
clit to rest
and knock you the fuck out
so all of us can sleep.

runningturtle87