Moments that reveal the impossible
becomes the facts that we face
within the climax of the affair that glares
back at us, in the thrust of a re-adjusted trust
while we eye each other's private parts
those pulsating private parts
dirty little secrets
that are simply our own
no one else's
simply the pressure that bust pipes
that keeps on coming, nonstop
until we lay upon each other in exhaust
sweaty flesh and blissful mess
sticky residue and kissing therapy
wistful wishes that whispers more wanton
underneath the wobble of your lustful ties
binding me still within your thick thighs
once your madam love-spell is upon me, I tell no lies
I become your man-whore, cock slave, and personal dildo
I proceed where you direct
I satisfy when you solicit for my skills
I become that shadow in your closet that hides in the darkness
creeping up on you from behind, snarling savage injects
while you reject nothing less than the arresting adultery
that I give you, over and over
while you spine tingles and your back arches
melodically within abrupt ardor that harbors our inhibitions
tasteful positions for our tasteless desires
our tongues are numb yet we continue to lap away
feverish fumble and hump fiestas
our orgasms transform us into mutual pinatas
we collide, we explode, and we scatter all over
each other
sweaty flesh and blissful mess
sticky residue and kissing therapy
madam, my mad love
mistress within my moonlit standby