Let's Do It

I'm sick and tired
of talking about fucking
and the fine art
of making love
and not getting any.

If I were a caribou
I would paint
a huge ass target
on my side
to show my heart
and I would run
balls naked
out to the center
of a hunting camp
and stand
on my hind legs
and bellow,
"I fucking dare you
to shoot me,
you bitches!"

I swear to God
I'm going to say yes
the next time
some cougar
gets tired
of culling the herd
and gives me the nod
and says,
"Let's see
what you've got left
in the tank,
you old fart."

Every girl
on the planet
must have posed nude
and I've seen her,
ingénue looks
have gone stale
and contrived,
vixen minx bitch
angry tats are all dry,
wholesome innocence
with its vulgar
manufacturings
sporting latex
and a variety of weapons,
bikini clad explosions
of terror
and raw sensualties
dripping with auto-erotic
fascinations.

I have seen it all.

And I would sell it all out
and settle right in
to a pure loving kiss
that savors like pomegranate
and plump understanding,
touching and a hug
squeezing the life right out
of my body,
and whispering gently
as the lights go out,
"God, I want to fuck you
until the sunsets low
and the trees
become a melody
of evening."

runningturtle87