Something Something Cock

Hello dear reader, will you forgive
My dreadful writer’s block?
I stumble and I grope for rhymes
And something something cock.

I pour my passion into verse
That sometimes is erotic,
(I hope it is, but console myself:
At least it’s (a bit) exotic)

With bursts of throbbing throbbing
I pour my lust onto the page
I mean that metaphorically,
(In an most un-sticky way)

It’s hard to write good porn
Subtle touch without, within;
Describe without cliche
delicious touch of breath on skin,

Pen scratching fingernails
Along the length of spine,
the taste of ink, and deeply drink
from your well divine.

Faces pressed and breath,
Intermingled sighs
Together lie enwrapped inside
Love’s delicious lies.

Sated and entangled lie
Soft kisses, smiles and grins,
Where bodies touch, it is too much
To tell where each begins.

Image Credit: “Vague” by Renoir