Major Thom.......(My Deep Erotic Odyssey)

".........Ground Control to Major Thom      
Ground Control to Major Thom      
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on....      
     
.......Ground Control to Major Thom      
Commencing countdown, engines on      
Check ignition and may her lips be one with you........"      
     
Towering against the dawning skyline      
My transport to your Venus stands larger than life      
Filled with kilos of potent fuel      
Phallic shaped rocket, ready to ignite      
     
The floor of your platform begins a gentle yet steady rumble      
Sensual, erotic systems begin to *cum* to life      
Hands steadily stroke the complexity of his organic surface      
Up and down........ready for deep space flight      
     
(When the moon is in the 7th house and Jupiter collides with Mars......)      
     
Eyes transfixed towards the heavens      
Gentle hands caress cosmic skin      
Fuel pressure slowly building      
Control becoming thin......      
     
......apply ignition to stage one      
Slow, pleasant shuddering has begun      
Eyes flash closed momentarily, the switch is flipped      
Reset invoked, memories of hot tip kissed by soft, thin lips      
     
Push me into stage one      
7000 pounds of thrust, initiation of Core stage      
has begun.......      
     
........your hands grasp the joystick      
you pull back, up then down      
fully engaged      
     
Rumblings and undulations increasing      
Eyes locked in deep longing gaze      
     
Oh my God........      
     
Trajectory set towards the      
mouth of "Oddetta's Cosmic Belt"      
Booster rockets now invoked      
Stronger rumblings now felt.....      
     
"...Can you hear me Major Thom, can you hear me Major Thom....?      
     
Feeling now as if I am being *sucked*      
deep inside a black hole      
Brilliant, phosphor flashes from behind blue eyes      
Mmmmm, a high voltage tingle, tightly they close......      
     
Oh My God .......      
     
She's got me moving 10,000 feet per second now      
Ramping 100,000 pounds of thrust      
Blazing through the galaxy      
Incineration. The smell of
freshly blown space dust.      
     
Stage two is now invoked      
Shaking, trembling.....breaking up      
from withing my exhaust portal      
a rush of orgasmic fire      
bellows of creamy white smoke      
     
On the crest of supersonic......      
stroking harder      
sucking harder      
throbbing pulse building to a fever pitch      
about to erupt violently      
deeply, hotly      
inside the throat of this sexy, hot bitch.....      
     
.........she's in heat, Le Petit      
     
Oh My God..........      
     
I have touched her face      
Floods of creamy, protoplasmic pleasure      
flow from her lips, down her chest, across her breast      
an expression frozen upon her angelic face      
"En mortir" a mortal memory never to be erased.....      
     
........stage two now complete      
in the stillness of space, I find      
a utopic release......      
     
........post flight      
perhaps to never again see earth's light      
crashing deep into her sun      
I *cum*,      
she swallows my seed      
We became one.......      
     
".....Ground Control to Major Thom      
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong      
Can you hear me, Major Thom?      
Can you hear me, Major Thom?      
Can you hear....      
     
......am I floating round my tin can      
Far above the Moon      
Planet Earth is blue      
And there’s nothing I can do....."      
     
     
     
     
Author's Note-(If you've been on planet Earth within the last century, I'm sure you recognize the references to David Bowie's "Major Tom". Something about "Mt. Gushmore" also surfaced here as well)