Hot Shot

Got it loaded
ready to burst
on that quiet search
for one with a thirst

The heat of this mind
goes straight to the core
filling my length
I can no longer store

I think of sweet wonders
who might raise their hand
who might be the canvas
for what this body demands

Show me the target
no need to be shy
will you crave it inside
or would you rather it fly?

Hitting the skin
an unexpected surprise
or deeply embedded
with that parting of thighs

Shift in decisions
of what the bullseye implies
when you whisper the answer
I will surely oblige