1
At night, liquid moonlight,
******* pools of delight
in his front yard garden,
he watches in silence
with his ******* his side
for long moments, like a
caged beast still wild at heart,
badly wanting
to break the bars
that restricts.
His hands involuntarily
caress her soft supple curves,
culminating the explorations
with a blood tasting kiss,
poetry to him is making love
the beast quickly leaves
his whole being becomes
soft like hot wax and starts to flow,
she receives his music through
his dancing fingers that speak
to her a refined language of love
then,
a
symphony
rains...
rocked in a wave of pleasure
she sobs softly like the whisper of silk
he rushes towards her deep center
beyond the soft folds that yields
twists and in to her drains his wishes
she is full of love,
enough to drown him in to its vortex.
she bites him ******* his lips,
like a big cat, she draws blood
love in it's expressed cruelty wears a masquerade
he enjoys the topsy-turvy delight.
2
Morning dawns hurriedly in the planet of the apes,
he wears his mask, regular before daybreak
observing all necessary rituals, dance
he has become ready for his daily grind
a hack, a hatchet man, a ****, sometimes a crook
without even a wee bit of consciousness or conscience
his hatchet is his flute, he plays on as he walks.
