Ecstasy
I want to explode like a rippling volcano
Into tiny bits of hot, orgasmic jisms
Into every hole and crater that yearns to be filled.
I want to be moved like
a jiggle-jiggle of a frozen jello gelatin.
Side to side, up and down
until I settle in that corner where only I can fit.
I want to ride like the old west in old western movies.
With nothing more than cowboy boots and a rod to prod.
I'm looking to melt like ice cubes in fizzling waters.
Steamy and obvious in juices marinated just for me.
I wish to taste tantalizing wetness -
dripping tick-tock off the tip of my tongue,
Then gushing like a fire hose on brazen flames.
To chisel a new Babel
out of probing hands and luscious lips;
Creating a new lingo
punctuated with guttural periods and ecstatic paragraphs.
I want to be a moving picture in frozen fantasies.
Constantly moving up shore,
teasing with wanton smiles and bodacious looks.
I need to be made whole through roaring music made by two.
Only to rev up in a crescendo,
that tingles with sweat all aglow.