He fed me his majestic power
Slick, thick, and seasoned
With hard-hitting hotness
A whole meal of sizzling dopeness
Laced with bold, fragrant machoness
A taste of soulful passion
Dripping with smoking hot splashiness

He ruled my mouth
Owned my every breath
I choked on heaven
Reveled in his extraordinary metaphors
Felt his succulent similes
Sliding down my throat

Swallowed saucy sweet sin
Begged for more
Drowned in his crash-hot
Crave-worthy form
That thickness of his
Was the ultimate signature
Tattooed in my system

That rich, glistening cream
Was the only gift I ever needed
For now and forever
I would stay blitzed and bewitched
Lost in the flavor
Of his enchantingly dreamy manliness

To make it better,
first it must get worse,
so piles of rubble
beside the road
will one day be transformed
- or not as the case may be -
in the relentless
march of progress.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
One day .

Maybe the fall,
Is gravity's call.

At one with the universe,
Floating around amniotic fluid,
Not being coerced.

How
My heart aches,
When the water breaks.

Separation begins,
As does the crying,
The cord has been
Cut.