the Lust of Poets
with the simple act of exposing your voluptuousness,
naked & radiant in the moonlight, you declare war on the
serene night. my angry artillery salutes, & thusly weaponed, we
engage in a battle in which there are no losers. we advance toward
each other, w/no thought of retreat, only of rapturous orgasm.
our battlefield is clover & dew, scented w/rose & jasmine.
you spread your firm legs, like pillars of coliseum. I squat & gaze upon
your pleasure treasure. my commanding finger probes the button of
your belly, & you moan like a banshee. I spread the petals of your
flaming flower & penetrate, firstly flicking the beckoning beacon of
your cl*t w/my tongue, then allowing tongue & fingers to explore the
mysteries of your womanhood like a conqueror. euphoric, you hear
salacious poems chanted by cunnilingual gods. you scream as your
c*nt washes my face w/camphor & nectar.
you push me violently onto my back, & suck my stormy stallion, wetting
it, & whetting my desire. you straddle me & crouch, enveloping my rod
w/your determined p*ssy, greased w/peppered honey. thrusting, rise&fall,
in-out, in-out. beautiful, naked whore-demons encircle us, shouting
“f*ck her! f*ck her, you dog!” the sky flashes & booms, as my c*ck cannon
fires creamy volleys into your tunnel. your eyes squeeze shut, your sighs fill
the air, as you experience a delectable drift into nirvana…
in the shimmering afterglow, sated & victorious, we lie in each other’s arms,
& surrender to somnolent silence.