Carnal Satiation

I adore you and must see you
as time and my lust
cannot wait
or be contained,
let me ply my truth
in those hills I long to climb,
those mountains I yearn to mount
for I am a moth to your flame
burning brighter than any mothball
inflamed and ablaze,
desiring and aspiring
to add frosting
to your beautiful bran muffins
aching to start baking
as more than the yeast has already risen.
With skin silkier softer than
sweet sultry peanut butter
I am the jam too add with a bam
to make the exclaim goddamn,
as my lust to yours is so entwined
even as I dream of your hind;
so much reverie in the derrière
such delicious delights
beyond any paltry pork rind,
that the mind wanders
but the tongue drools
prompting moisture for all involved.
You are my waters of life;
as cool as any mint julep
fiery as any tequila
and all the more pleasurable
when going down
even if I drown
in those hips that would
launch a thousand ships
and those lips that can eclipse
the very stars in their radiance
as we undulate
in our own physical cosmology
to shake the heavens and earth,
all that as prelude and harbinger
for the following performance
if you would but open up
and let me in.