Fiction and Fact

As if I am Waiting For Godot,
Ponce de Leon looking for The Fountain of Youth,
or "Dreaming The Impossible Dream" with Don Quixote
that is why I write

Readily admit that off the charts sexual yearning
that dominates me when I view your legs
Want to caress every inch of your two limbs
punctuates my written expression

I frame in my images of your consent
as I unsheathe the pulsating manifestation of my carnality
and you receive my creamy treat
anywhere you desire

I craft words reflecting the affinity to touch
but always come up short
for nothing matches your endless sensuality
the breathtaking interaction of a tryst

It could be the prurient designs
obstruct my efforts to depict something so superb
or that maybe there are no words to be had
but my language always comes up short

And yet again I am at it
no other course of action do I comprehend
except for one which if I share
might offend you

So my pen will go on
trying to construct the perfect write
that reflects the feelings that have
dominated human being behavior indefinitely...

Time After Time