Boston Creme - A Poem by Moe

Dark night sounds off dark tones pressed against the light.  

Limestone raindance on the sidewalk outside my window has me vibin on your bite.  Lamplight flickers in my room like it's catchin fireflies but it's just dancin to the slow blues riffin sex playin up my muse.  Tellin me the night is right for views of light on my dark.  A bite to my bark.  Thrusting arrows...piercing marks.  Both yours...and mine.

Ravage the savage that lives on my skin restin on muscle and bone.  Speak soft with your subtle and vibe me with your sighs.  Tell me with your eyes.  Speak it with your kiss and guide me by your moan.  Move your groove to soothe and heal off the day's lancing.  Dancing with the flaunt of the hungered taunt that leaves your stain on me...the chain on me.  Takin you past the point of no return by savin me into slavin me to the taste of you that dries up on my chin.  Where all that is known within seeks sensation to become realized.  Idealized by this artistic design called you.  In this space and time where desire, refuge and rage all answer to the same name.  This is why we came...

Boston creme cum flexin, sexin on my bed.  Just too fuckin bad it's all in my head...

For now...

~Apollo