black satin sheets
warmed with our body heat
jazz music with deep beats
under a high ceiling

were fantasy and reality meet
Luna's glow peeks in for a greet
through the glass above
ten times two feet

the moon reflects
from ovals so exotic
that your glitter and shine
force time to be static

diligent and still, Luna and I
await your surrender
like addicts to their narcotics
so come! allow me to inject you
with pleasures of the ******!

what if you knew
not only the poet
but also the monster?

would you like me enough
to keep reading?

but what if
I hate that I love her!?

I morph the blue flames dancing
on every inch of your soft skin
and the only flow that mends the burns
from all pores - like ice!

employ my rhythmic tongue to heal you
work my soft, warm index
and caress the throbbing
my back for tense nails to sink into

the castle, the walls and the sword
you command, the servant and kingdom
the air in my lungs, the high tides
of Luna razored - I breathe for you

let the hues of my thick brush color life
and with glee paint the contours
leading to your tight turns
up to where your towering legs meet

could you please look in your purse?
you see, I gave you all my love
and left none for me

I'm sure I gave you plenty
and I so desperately need some now
please, could you return
a bit of that love I filled you with?

because I still have none for me
as you throw it all away to an abyss
could you please look in your purse?
I'm sure my love is spilling from it!

she was the type of woman
that would float him
to conversations with angels
in one delicious word

and he, well...he was the type of man
that would sensually massage
her strawberry lips
with his thumb and index
to an absolute silence

so that he would not elevate
with her candy filled words
above her pedestal of worship