Interlude Is Crude

I stroke it brazenly in my eye's mind the perfect exchange
my mind and heart tells more is in demand
the snickle of your laugh in the morning
those other forms of morning do's

Spread my legs wider picturing you clamoring down to mount
my ejaculate no longer can be denied
not even close to the balm of warm womanly flesh
and lasting so much shorter in time

Add massage oil as I call out your name
my hands like Gibbs investigating a death
sure and steady, taking it all in
and the power of satisfaction is transmitted to you as well

If the attraction was purely physical I might be able to move on
but in you is the mist compassionate of hearts
a crime for you to ever extended into lonely
when my effort would be inspired course change

So I don't mean to be rude
as my bad boy fights for attention
best bet to stop here
where there is some resemblance to my past attempts at literary grace