I became sprung on a man’s humongous hammer,
lost in its immense length and strength,
its brilliant dimensions of sheer exhilaration
creating amazing poetry in my head, how it sways
back and forth like a Yo-yo, so appetizingly
adventurous, a smooth swirl of sweet nectar
overflowing in my mouth, all compellingly delicious.

I cherished the power of a man’s stimulating sword,
how delicate and soft it was, how it grew hard and ripped,
upbeat, exuberant seas of deep dreams, so lurid and lyrical,
tasteful consonants and syllables, voluptuous verbs
grooving with various gerunds, galvanizing metaphors
and similes, brick beats so lit and sick, such a savage ****,
a hood ****, so thick and juicy, steaming streams so serene,
luscious liquid filling me up with blazing lust.