Dodging A Pole Whilst Walking Poem by pssive w nker

.. and if it is inevitable
that I have you
never
Tis not for need of trying
or cry out silenced whether
exploring splay less cotton field
concaved abdominal
abreast of yield
tapping in spasmodic grips
curling forward rolling hips
release of scents, squirts
and groans, dreamy attentive
g of zone…
for seldom success is bothersome
if dressed in manners ultimate hold
yet masked in smoky signal tracks
fires unleash as wizardry tricks
pastrami, Ferrari, sacred mix

.. and if it is inevitable
that I have you
never
Tis not for need of trying
experimental fulfilling pleasures