Travel did the ever wilting
Souls as Mother Earth kept tilting
The chimes of violins sound
Like the lips of foreign ground

In brighter days she sought escape
A vowel yet to take shape
Reasons faint as loveless lips
Miserly her wicked grip
Common be the traveled road
Debuted was a fate forebode
Heavy though I did not shake
In brighter days she sought escape

******* are a classic pastime
Through American eyes
Sickening shapes such oafs mime
Beneath grave patchwork lies

Before tonight no woman had grazed me
In quite the manner you had established

I was but a mere infant
To what causes a woman to whine

And to the certain ways that such an act
Could be executed so stealthily
Just like a loaded weapon…

Your fingers knew the exact regions
In which you could captivate

Your body knew how
To gyrate like The American Dream
With all that for years you had desired
Lying upon the cusp of a whisper…

Into the line swift you arrived
Skin just dazzling beneath the elegant glow

Barely five seconds had elapsed
Before you leaned into me

Closer and closer….

(Mild beads of sweat had begun to spill from my temple)

Until my phallus brushed your derriere


With less than a consonant
Taken from the ground

(Pause)

(A sharp, fathomless breath was drawn)

Could passion be the jolt
Coursing between you and I?

In the midst of such colossal consumption
The mellow sound that was your body

Dashed by as hurriedly you sought
A proper though comfortable seat

Within three winks you had discovered
A suitable spot by I

Ooh… no lie could be composed
Concerning those fair ankles of yours

It was then when I had begun to experience
A luxury that was almost monumental

So suave and rhythmic
The way in which the edge of your breast
Brushed my skin…

Now my hands shall always wonder
How such a fine artifact would feel
If ever it were to rest within my palm…

Of all things to have existed
by herself --- a black & white picture ---
classically she scattered…
Her eyes were marked with great hunger
The sweltering fierceness of sudden temptation
deepening with each passing glance

Each moment in which she would speak
Set fire to the congregation
As beneath our feet the earth crumbled

Though from blackest corner of the room
Nestling was an appetite ever so carnal