Pour me a drink
To quench a thirst,
Of a love divine,
Make me a mountain fragment,
Make me a sightless depth
Of the emotion growing,
that will feel my puzzle right,
Fit in just tight,
Let me be the angel in your world,
To witness thy manifestations of manly bearings
The flex of thy flesh
Provoking deep thrust of lust that sturbs the reality of my being,
Drowning in a stinky pool of guilt and humiliation,
Fidelity wrapped off,
In a commotion of explosive emotions.
Heat depriving comfort of nagging ejections.
Then the drunk succumbs to the heavy cup of lust.