the night was young
feelings were strong
she wearing her thong
smoking on my bong
our flesh meshed
blended
into the silky fabric
of our wetness
on the water bed
pre semen sailing
for oysters
dangling
tiny
pearl
necklace
on the tip
of her tongue
she devours the priapic sacrifice offered to her lips
looking into the eyes of the ram her fingers linger a bit
careful to handle sensitive things about to bust quick
then gently sucking on it her favorite walnuts uncracked
her fingers hang down south rubbing chicken wings get it wet
her spread eagle took off soared landed on all her fours
the dog naturally obeyed his nature knocking backdoor
howling into the darkness of passion pure carnal reign
lust and greed deadly sins we ask forgiveness in vain
moan ‘oh god’ when moses rod gave pleasure and pain
on twosday two styles collided at the same time in deep space
explosion into her grotto implosion our expression silly faces
dorian grey sprayed our faces ageless captured on the canvas
of still life of ares and aphrodite posed contorted for ancient greeks
like picasso masterpiece my thoughts are distorted indeed
Poetry
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often, we’re in the ‘mote feeding our wet appetite as we watch porno ….. I sniff her sexy underwear like cocaine ….. yeah we have that too……