Pop! The sound of fabric ripping.
Clang! A source of darkness revealed.
Intriguing though concealed,
Everybody knows,
That fragrant spray,
Bursting with energy,
Invisible and audible,
Captured by the holes,
In my nose.
My once dry tongue,
Now gushes with saliva.
Rolls, erects, throbs,
Within a mouthful of wanting,
Wide open,
To a mouthful of giving.
Take my money, my woman, my name,
But leave my cylinder alone.
Oh orgy that cures perspiration,
At last,
For a few moments,
Nothing else matters.

07.July.2001