First Date In ‘Hot Fuck World’

Graphic prose
Lurid sentences
And such freeing, wicked thoughts...

Such delightfully perverse innuendos
And delicious, horny suggestions...

Set within our conversation
Like industrial concrete
Firming up solid...

Daringly told...
Nothing that could be taken back...

It was all or everything...

HARD ROCK SOLID...

The heat from the chemical reaction
Spreading
In an expanding mushroom cloud
From the giant Sex Bomb
That just dropped
In
‘Hot Fuck World’.

Words
Rigid
Yet giving with some play
As the rubber of a tire
Compresses
Greatly
For a moment
Upon the long ago poured and set cement
Of a curb
On a busy corner
In a hairpin right hand turn
Made by a wild n’ crayzee
Sexual banshee
Squirming
Slippery
And alive
Like an eel
Screaming
Behind the steering wheel
Veering the vehicle with one hand

Taking the corner
Way too close

Meeting the oncoming traffic
With pervy abandon...

The lights are all on and neon
Pimping 24 hour sexual
Depravities
In
‘Hot Fuck World’...

Blues
And pinks
Red
Purple
Green and orange
Reflect off of the fine still hairs
Standing erect
On glowing smooth skin
As the rain falls
Outside.

White noise
Quietly noticed.

Leather
Silk
Glass
Nylon
Wood
Metal
All become terribly erotic
In
‘Hot Fuck World’...

As much as secret skin opening
And giving the wanted
Desired
Aromatic nectar
That keeps eyes open
For hours
Goosebumps
Pimpled on flesh...

The consumate addict
Returning
Again and again
Throughout the minutes of night
As neon flashes
Bombs explode
Tires grind pavement
And such remarkable, holy words
Are spoken...