By l0nnieugene on 02/03/2007
From all perceived appearances
You have a stable anatomy.
All the beauty sticks out
You receive all clearances
especially Your Navel Academy
which I attend on scholarship
just a free diner
enjoying the sweet treats
on Your luxury liner
& what I don’t swallow, drips
down & around
the bend in my chin.
The experience is a way
of training me
I’ll be framing a degree
not as a Bachelor of Arts
or a Master of Hearts
but as a Doctor of Thrillosopy.
I’m enjoying study @ Your intact Navel Academy
where I’m employing a Black sable strategy
nuthin ‘but a putty button
--a round square
My tongue’s lashes take a plunge
give You a saliva salute, guava fruit
as they become movers
in soothers’ maneuvers
thrill drills a battery of flattery
with Your body as bathed battlefield
my engraved batter spills
leaving an essential stencil
that makes a clever, astounding blend
n2 Your ever Browning skin ,
with a yearning provision 1that’s
earning its commission in combat,
stripes & bars under nights of stars.
I like, with no particular destination
2snorkle in coral reef,
2watch the titular gesticulation,
be awash in 2the recitation
of Your oracle’s oral relief.
Meanwhile, from the dream pile
are some themes I’ll
n2the land&skies of fantasize
my thumbs strolls 2the drum rolls
of Your magical Maginot Line
~~~~the designed vaginal divine
n2 which I’m a daily diver4pearls
& thereby prevailing in a survivor world
always in cadet dress Black uniform
I can suppress/relax lunar storms
that crave the motion of ocean waves.
In the deep reach as each pearl’s found
my hands curl around
their water moisture
as if I were their father oyster
using a hole in Your sweet shell
2trollYour deep well.
My arched fingers’ style
is 2march single file
like a shot across the bow
causing a hot sauce “WoW”
sensuous, intimate yelling
2emanate from Your eminent dwelling
as I become the sender of splendor
2Your paradise purse hole
whose fairer +price is worth gold.
My hands are literally artillery
4Your defenseless senses..
You didn’t have 2wait 4me 2graduate
from Your Navel Academy
summa cum laude
had an early bloomer groomed
2shape Your gift & shake Your ship.
had a drunken sailor,
tho he would have treated You
like a sunken whaler.
He would have been 2 inebriated,
would not have appreciated,
that Ur a Supreme bed Queen.
+ You knew this man needed You
more than sand needs shore
2ba royal anchor 4my oil tanker.
You knew that my palms’ herbal scents
would calm Your turbulence
& my firm oil
would ease Your turmoil.
& unlike some graduates who’ve had You wait
I’m always here, near, the same:
@attention @the mere mention of Your name,
without dissension, tension, pain or game.
© By l0nnieugene On 2/3/2007 8:24:02 PM