Purple Shorts

I am not alone in my thoughts.
You are here with me in those lean, crowded shorts
That hold all the truths in the universe
That I need to know.  
I want to explore what’s underneath,
Measure with my lips your intractable girth
Find the elixir, your impregnable alchemy,
Until it slides smoothly down my throat;
Precipitating the spread of my legs,
The porcelain curtain that lovingly covets
This smoldering triangle of pleasure,
Impatient  
For all that’s mine to receive.