i shall have her . . . a sample from Hot Summer Nights

i shall have her

she had moved me in ways

that spawned me to want to

move her as well

move in her and quell

her longings

my longings

from that abysmal well of her Soul

through her womb

that entombs our possibilities

silly me

from those lusciously sweet dripping pearl lined lips

around those shapely wonder-filled hips

sailing my hopeful ships

across the Sea of her skin

getting it in

bringing waves of pleasure

with deliberate measures

discovering her delectable treasures

and on to her fully pursed

lovingly lickable kissable lips

upon her face

i could taste every molecule

every atom

of her essence

her effervescence

a divine present

for she was my Eve,

my Lillith

and of course

i was her Adam

her first

i want to hear her

speak my name

and evoke an

unmitigated fame

that would go down in history

as i explored her

every hidden mystery

i want to occupy her every thought

day and night

and in between

the seen

and the unseen

i want to sleep with her dreams

and we will make a love

whose passions

makes the Devil

lose his morals

his scruples

and dance

abandoning all chance

as he makes a request of me

for lessons from me

while down on his knees

confessin’

his sins

of inadequacy

you see,

damn

i want her

and that

i shall have

i want to taste all of her consuming expectations

her liquid expectorations

and her need for the elations

only my educated tongue

can teach

please, i beseech you to listen

i watched as she opened for me

showing me her glistening wonder

hidden under

her demureness

and with a certain calculated sureness

i reverently approached

yes she was secretly

hopin’ for me

and my love

to ease her mind

as i sought to find

my way

i knew, like you do

that all she could think of

was what is about to transpire

as i purge her desire

while i seek to fire

her melting, smelting loins up

and satisfy

satiate

that urge

her need for my seed

she has been living with

suffering with

since the beginning of her time

it was time to feed her

i told her to pay close attention

with no dissension

as i impart my “gift” to you

as i take you in my hands

my heart

and lift the best of you

to meet my orgasmic

cataclysmic visions

and shift you

and your understandings

and beliefs

from haunted imaginings

to a new reality

between the sheets

of our collective consciousness

where our civility is loosed

i asked her to flip over

and she did obey

with her caboose

in the air

a fairest God molded derriere

shapely and well rounded

and i thought i had founded

heaven here on earth

there was an

unquantified quantum

of quixotic orgasmic quandaries

awaiting my quest’s fulfillment

with a non querulous equanimity

i was ready

for it was a

quantic excursion and . . .

much to my mirth

i was ecstatic

it was automatic

and i rose to the occasion

feeling the sweetest ridged sensations

of my lust

and yes

i trust

you know what i mean

i have seen the unseen

as my queen

lay beneath me

needing me

in her

to move her

to a new level

of ecstasy

she needed to be free

as only i can do

yes me

i gathered her in a motion

for i had a notion

that her ocean of love

direly desired

to be explored

i mean

wasn’t that

what we were here for ?

i wanted to penetrate her core

and flood her reason

from shore to shore

with orgasms

and spasms

like another Phantasm movie

groovy

i moved her

she moved me

and as Romeo does say

these are my thoughts

lend me your ear

and listen

as these words of my emotions

do glisten

as you understand

that i am but a man

but a poet

and this is only

my imaginings

my way

to speak of what i am going to do

so for me

for you

this is my foreplay

but in the end

i shall have her

© 3 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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