Rhythmic Fornication
My life was heading into an infernal pit of passion.
I am inebriated, sipping your juices like a fine wine.
Infiltrating your body defenses with my offensive weapon.
My hands take control, scanning every contour.
In need of psychological evaluation.
I am a maniac, a lunatic in need of your drug.
Your body is my shrine, praying to you for all time.
Ignited hype, our passionate tunes,
rhythmically sensual, our movements in unison.
Journeying toward your loins with my imagination roaming.
Sex, not only. Perfection, I'm hexed.
Now, I'm far from lonely.
My name is officer Pickett, your body is my jurisdiction.
Patrolling your perimeter, my every intent to please.
Your beauty manifests and becomes this portrait embedded in my mind.
Like Michael Angelo and Leonardo Divinchi,
your body is art.
Spending a life time critiquing your imperfections.
In sexxtions.......
Jared Pickett
10/29/09
Asavvy1
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