Union Warm

A poem

What will my body be like, when I’ve laid
Myself atwain the nook and feral sweet
Of creature fair who hemorrhages sans blade
In cribbage lodging blinds closed and discreet
Aware of limbs and pleasing nunly-fade
What feels it like when torture is complete?

The wall in here is thinner than I think
The fan in bathroom, when it’s on, I hear
This room is quiet, strung among a stink
And body mine is hung like puppeteer
Sometimes I just prefer sit down and shrink
In desk, to audit ambience thru ear
If only there were gams outspread to twine
I’d find for once what gruel tastes like to swine

Yet once I heard that in the coitus act
The gluteal muscles must be animate
As brain engagements train—how to contract
And how to squeeze and slack at proper rate
But far as swiveling for groin’s impact
This is a schooling might have gained too late
What will I learn when messing up the trough
When tabbietails and I have our standoff
And underwarks flame hot as molotov?

Or what about the pushups to prepare
For holding up a frame one sixty pound
The chest and abdomen must match a square
Above the lady splayed upon the ground
So much needs done if players truly care
And all these efforts duly do compound
If hovering above a mistress needs perform
So that two lovers’ bodies welcome union warm
And by their necking junction seed involves a storm
Which shoots fallopian and unto egg they swarm