Unimaginable
I wasn’t sure why I decided that was the path I was to take
Forsaken and beaten and weary
Perhaps
Perhaps not
But it certainly raised the questions
Apoplexy nailed to the bed like a drunken wife on her 3rd bottle of Crown.
Arms flailing, gesticulations lost to the breeze of
Her gasping breaths
Oh..
God..
Please...
More...
Whining pitches sailing through the night
Arcing overhead like a pitch black rainbow
Disappearing in the passing distance
And all because Doppler says so.
Who is Doppler to ruin my fun?
Distract my orgasm?
He thieves my pent up rage one wailing hertz at a time
And I can’t thank myself enough for her screams of pleasure
Doubling as earplugs to malcontent theoretical musings.
So come along, I say
Stare into that blue night
Fans whirring and thoughts stirring
My groin to action
Laying on my stomach now because my soft sheets make me hornier
Dry humping a mental pillow
Only you were picturing the wrong sex entirely.
Well FUCK me I exclaim,
And not so gently with chainsaws, Heather.
What was so thoughtful and imaginative that it brought this vision
Of past tense, future tense, pitched tents in between my legs
Raise the pole, raise the flag
White and naked like her pale ass sitting on my face
Grinding out the levels
Grinding out the experiences
She’s gained favor in my eyes
Because otherwise I couldn’t see
Her cum squirted uncomfortably
Onto a vaulted ceiling’s base for existence.
Jesus lady, grab a mop
Because this carpet is soaked in love and smiles
Smirks of knowingness
You thought you might know the answers
But you can only picture in your mind
And question
Shatter the silence with a metallic finger on the blinds
Cracked open like an invisible camera’s door
Peering out into the night
Nail scratching the top of your panties
Desiring yourself
Pouring yourself
Legs push against the cold wall
Hips push against the confusion of your soul
And treading further south to colder adventures
A more tropical climate
Lust blanketing the floor like a fog in your mind
Spread your lips
Spread your desire
Spread your mind across the essence of who you are
And find out just how moist your tropical rainforest can be.
I find myself hungry
Desiring
Feeding
Carnal.
I’m in the mood for woman.
Who’s going to feed me?
Chris
13 July 2008
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