That Thing You Do
A Poem by TTBoy
I’d love to take you to Heaven
but should we get detoured
to Hell,
at least we’d be together
Disrobed or even not
the impression of your body on
mine
forces me to want to see the
headboard knocking against the wall
or to witness the firery thoughts exuding
from my brain
And the grind you do
can be all but kind
as the same action would be taken
if I were on top
Oh, and when your tongue quits
screwing my mouth I can moan or scream
and loudly dream that the moment will never
end
Seeing you
Hearing you
Feeling you holler holding onto the bedposts
as if you are being whipped my master
Damn Master for thinking you’ve learned your lesson
because there is so much more
I want and need to learn from you
Then as your sceptor meets my recepticle again
Again solid fulfillment fills me
like kneeding fully wet dough
constricting the boa as if life is being made
yet taken
on the way to Heaven
and if you were to go down
below afterwards
I would take you to Hell with me
© 2010 TTBoy