Delta40
07-30-2011, 03:06 AM
What squallid love is this
that rattles like a shopping cart
with a wonky wheel?
A willy wagtail throttled by smoking power lines
stirs my need to be manhandled with electric force.
I moan in tune with nature's unrest
as She beats against the windows, urging us onward.
You lurk hungrily at the end of the bed,
and I feel my body come to inviting attention.
We hum slogans from our favourite ads
till you spring like a jungle predator,
enslaving me in your grip.
Our lips meet to celebrate
the lowest shopping bill this month
and I smoulder at the storminess of our lust.
Then, like some God, you command sunlight,
beckoning it to stream through timber slats.
Calm the external fury and
shine the golden light on me will you?
While you harden at your dynamic prowess,
I watch disgruntled as the cloud cover dissipates,
knowing you have doused my lecherous yearning.
Now we must wait for the next rainy day.
that rattles like a shopping cart
with a wonky wheel?
A willy wagtail throttled by smoking power lines
stirs my need to be manhandled with electric force.
I moan in tune with nature's unrest
as She beats against the windows, urging us onward.
You lurk hungrily at the end of the bed,
and I feel my body come to inviting attention.
We hum slogans from our favourite ads
till you spring like a jungle predator,
enslaving me in your grip.
Our lips meet to celebrate
the lowest shopping bill this month
and I smoulder at the storminess of our lust.
Then, like some God, you command sunlight,
beckoning it to stream through timber slats.
Calm the external fury and
shine the golden light on me will you?
While you harden at your dynamic prowess,
I watch disgruntled as the cloud cover dissipates,
knowing you have doused my lecherous yearning.
Now we must wait for the next rainy day.