The Lusting, a Dream come True

 his dream...to fill the void in his empty life
to feel touches and whispering
of love lust affirmation with moans  
and satisfy a woman's desire and his own

the streets he walked was always indifferent
no one met his eyes his hot gaze avoided
he was alone lusting for gentle curves
and at smooth thighs all around him

his usual haunt spell emptiness to him
until she looked over and they fell
hook line sinker and the whole barrel
of rump, soon rolling on hay

he was stuck on her
and she was enjoying his line
knees skinned, back scratched
his lusting was fulfilled

his days were spent waiting for nights
his nights were sleepless with delights
she was perpetually affirming
his virility and her desire

his joyous chants within himself
his little self died and went to heaven
the buxom woman of his dream
was riding him like a horse released

days to weeks to months
she pulled him from the door
soon as he stepped home from work
and fed his deepest fantasy

until at last he realised
he was half the man he was
bones showing through his chest
his body complained...no sleep no rest

still she lavished her attention
on his shrinking frame
as long as the little of him
stood to attention as usual

at last on one long joyous spurt
he screamed his final release
and slumbered soon after
never to wake again.