Classical Music (2011)
Adjust to a momentous shift of the galaxies around us,
Love supreme surrounds us, astounds us,
Left open to our passion unlimited,
Coexistent bliss, your sequential morsels are so splendid,
Our kindred spirits collide on philosophies of how far inside of you I arrived,
Hyper drive,
Our motions deliver moments not seen
Since the advancement of alien machines updating the Kama Sutra,
Classical music suits us,
Apparently too much,
Our first session ends abruptly as I erupt upon your bust….
The trust that sustains us, maintains us,
Us being the word I can’t use often enough,
A clever balance,
Romance rationalized throughout every endeavor or challenge,
The laws of gravity bring us to another stormy session,
Animalistic aggression has us undressing,
I measure meteors the size of planets when led to erection,
My dissection of your affectionate connection
Requires methods of blessing and caressing your creamy moisture of joy,
Our creator’s ploy to supply you with an internal sex toy,
Thoroughly enjoyed as I play with it a little,
Destined to drown in your middle,
To fate this is no riddle,
As your seductions once again have my missile in the upright position,
It is only tradition that I pound the poonany into submission,
I glare into your eyes and see the reasons why men die and babies cry,
Wars are fought, and yet love survives,
My honey pie, I’m about to violate you like ole boy did to the pie in American Pie,
I elevate your thighs,
Levitate my stride,
The pace slowed to surrealistic echoes on repeat mode,
Moistened earlobes,
Your acapella has me holding this hard-on longer than a life-sentence,
Your stunning movements, mid-air suspension,
Is enough to knock me in another dimension,
Getting the attention of mysterons and beings from different systems,
I bring us back to earth with hard stroking and the persistent wisdom
Of attention to detail,
With my hard hat and lunch pail
I’m putting in serious work,
Enough to make the voyeurs spurt,
As your vagina squirts,
Don’t fight it now woman, you’re the one who begged me to insert,
Okay, I’ll stop playing the jerk,
I wanted it just as badly if not more,
Destined to have you walking around all decrepit and sore,
At least for a little while,
My style is to ensure our lovemaking leaves a smile,
On your beautiful face,
Etched in stone,
On a philosopher’s pace,
Over strawberries and grapes we debate on if love can somehow atone for the human race,
Afterwards we create melodies that would disgrace Lady Chatterley,
Savagely back at the ole “in-out, in-out,” no place I’d rather be,
Layer by layer unraveling symphonies of understanding,
Our love making sagas have us banned from planets,
But still we manage…
As your seductions once again have my missile in the upright position,
It is only tradition that I pound the poonany into submission,
I glare into your eyes and see the reasons why men die and babies cry,
Wars are fought, and yet love survives,
My honey pie, I’m about to violate you like ole boy did to the pie in American Pie,
I elevate your thighs,
Levitate my stride,
The pace slowed to surrealistic echoes on repeat mode,
Moistened earlobes,
Your acapella has me holding this hard-on longer than a life-sentence,
Your stunning movements, mid-air suspension,
Is enough to knock me in another dimension,
Getting the attention of mysterons and beings from different systems,
I bring us back to earth with hard stroking and the persistent wisdom
Of attention to detail,
With my hard hat and lunch pail
I’m putting in serious work,
Enough to make the voyeurs spurt,
As your vagina squirts,
Don’t fight it now woman, you’re the one who begged me to insert,
Okay, I’ll stop playing the jerk,
I wanted it just as badly if not more,
Destined to have you walking around all decrepit and sore,
At least for a little while,
My style is to ensure our lovemaking leaves a smile,
On your beautiful face,
Etched in stone,
On a philosopher’s pace,
Over strawberries and grapes we debate on if love can somehow atone for the human race,
Afterwards we create melodies that would disgrace Lady Chatterley,
Savagely back at the ole “in-out, in-out,” no place I’d rather be,
Layer by layer unraveling symphonies of understanding,
Our love making sagas have us banned from planets,
But still we manage…