Lexi Roars

this pandemic year, a heavy year,    
the time that I’ve not touched her,  
I wish I could, but this year’s a blur    
yearning dreams, I surely miss her    
   
reminiscing our favourite moments      
to her it’s more than my poetries    
flames of desire, it surely laments    
Expressed passions, it’s more than stories    
   
now it’s just a distant land,    
and all birds stay grounded    
oh such is this pandemic brand    
wild fire burning yet I’m dumbfounded    
   
thus life perhaps it’s just timing,    
whatever happens, winter is coming    
there is nothing displaced but physical yearning    
yet, we all go through the pain of distance learning    
   
occasional video calls are sensual as I recall    
physical displacement, mirrored fun’s in the living hall    
A mess of clothes, beauty diminished by her dampness    
my job’s to ensure that such moment leads to vaginal wetness    
   
WeChat calls, delivers pleasure through any chaos,    
whoever she may be ... the moment as well for ho’s    
whatever it is, this was what I’ve been told, cold  
“just make her stuff the crumpled black panties into her hole”    
   
the resulting moment is like a work of art.    
it’s is true, if you have Lexi.. lovely as a tart    
by the street window fine scents in the air,    
intertwined with carnal moans, everything will sound just fair    
   
in the same manner her body contorts around the window.    
There was no time to talk, only time to watch her show    
her sweet smile gently easily feeds into my dormant libido    
reminding me that now, we all need to experience the virtual blow!    
   
yet the moment she pushes  against the window frame    
the one that I have is a lover that to any heights her passion will soar    
virtually begging “honey I just want you to fuck me and put me to shame”    
minds were filled with lust, it’s the climax that makes Lexi to roar