In an isolated
corner of Passion Street
my lips probe the source
of my raging desire
Hands sliding and caressing
seeking to find her button
waiting for that joyous moan
the arch of the back
slight buckling of the knees
anything
that gives me the proceed sign
If I move too fast
and prematurely unleash
my raging beast
she will surely recoil
and cast me into
the blue ball pit
where all prior
frustrated Lotharios are consigned
Failed cast offs
classified as shallow guys
who only sought
to penetrate her
luscious thighs
Which of course
is an accurate assessment
of ALL members
of my perpetually in heat gender
So I had to spend hours
plying her with
inhibition reducing drinks
Enduring her feminine
up and down
pop culture blabber
All to arrive at this
do or die moment
on the cusp of blissful completion
She directs this passion play
Gives me a naughty smile
and fiddles with her bra snap
that cries out for release
So is it coming off
or staying on?
Are we done with
this fucking foreplay???
God I hope she's not
another Satanic tease
insidiously designed to torment
me and my in heat breed
and drive us all
to the hooker side of town
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