All Is Done
In the middle of his night
he wakes to thoughts of her
craving to run his hands in her mane
aroused, he pictures her raw
the perfect goddess he's ever saw
each stroke performed, she smiles wider
he her slave standing taught at attention
willing to beg and plead
servicing her want and need
as she comes closer for inspection
he rises towards the sea
wave after wave rushes over her lair
gasping, for stolen is her precious air
drowning in affection
the night moans as it penetrates deep
into a foreign abyss
roars emancipate the beast
light sparkles to the east
euphoria spills over the horizon
and all is done
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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