Width of a Circle (adapted)

Erotic Poetry
2005-07-29

In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame myself first and last All the paths were skewed and narrow And the prayers were small and shallow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and the monster was me Well, I said "Hello" and I said "Hello" And I asked "Why not?" and I replied, "I don't know" So we asked an angelic woman, who was happy as can be And she screamed inside and pulled me to be free So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized my world had come unglued So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye" And I smashed my soul and traded my mind Fell in love with a newfound freedom And that wasn't even all I had found the answers to my wall And there she was Right before my eyes No sanity could ever rationalize Yet, there she was There she was Thoughts of her permeate my soul An infection for which I seek no remedy And the moral of this enchanting spell Negotiates my mind When love did take my logic for a time I swallowed my honor and kissed her lips And wrapped my arms around her hips Her knees were shaking my groin aflame She said, "You'll never doubt yourself again" She struck a chord and made it clear And I felt our needs pulling near Giving way to our frantic lust She opened to me with deepest trust She said, "Do it again, do it again" My nebulous body swayed above Her tongue swollen with delish love Her poise to I, a forbidden high I shouldn't refrain but I did try I said, "Do it again, do it again" Her fettered body bound and tight Sweat and wines oiled the night Animal instinct replaced our sin I pulled her leash and thrust within Feeling complete with nothing to lack Inhibitions sprayed across her back We said, "Do it again, do it again" Foggy faintly in the morning Reality seeped back into my head As I slept three feet above the bed Now I find myself typing all alone Slightly scared and mentally free Spinning, writhing, craving to be shown What else she has in store for me