Stammering Streetlight...

opened a text saying her alchemy
is best with me,
I come over to discover

her lying with her head
at foot of the bed,

I snatch off the covers

provoking my promiscuous particles
already stripped of all articles
of her clothes

my instrument she ingests
as my maracas rest
on her nose

my expanding erection evolves

the room revolves
180 degrees  

I slurp from her belly
to her royal jelly
amidst moans and muffled pleas

we realign and reunite,

filaments from a flickering streetlight
irradiate the beholders

making an adjustment
her legs and lust pent
by my shoulders

soup splatters while I impale

my flesh under her fingernails
overhear my name prance

spouted so special
as the voluptuous vessel
premieres a majestic rain dance...