On a temperate, star filled Saturday night,
We return home to be alone.
I feel a primal groan well-up inside,
As I put the key in the door.
Her beast is not as superficial as mans,
Inanimate insertion or even flesh will not suffice
A delicate flower, in need of a soft kiss from morning dew
Steamy baths with fluffy bubbles,
Red rose petals, flickering candlelight
Ripe strawberries, the right wines.
Tender fingers, oil soaked, racing frantically
Over her with no boundaries or particular
Direction in mind, Vices that make her
Claws grow
I employ them all. Her olive skin is smooth,
Hazel eyes are deep, brown curly hair smells
Of tropical fruit, my appetite grows for this
Exquisite creature
Now she is ready, I mount with great confidence.
Reins in hand like a Kentucky Derby champion,
Striking the ass of this incredible creature,
I ride
At first a portrait of perfect unison, man and
Beast have not come closer to being one.
Then wild and frantic, she’s panting hard,
Her smooth glide is now erratic and jarring,
In a moment I am transformed from a skilled
Jockey to Ichabod crane. This will surely cost
Us the winners circle. Yet, the finish line is
filled with victory..

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