When It Began

Scene I: When It Began It is a soft-lit evening, my luscious lips ready, blood…sweat… red, As I wonder just what can excite this insanely wacko head Much blissful scenes, sounds and songs entertain these curling toes Smeared makeup, made up again, green mess of hair that flows When I hear from the other room, a sound quite like a groan, A deep voice full of chocolate wonder, like a dog…I follow the bone… Meandering through the hallway, the sounds become ah- thunderous Till I reach the slightly open door, my eyes search in wanderlust… And there he is, sitting upright, like a bloom resisting the wilt of winter, His eyes glued on sumptuous words of worlds I could only dream to enter A hood over his sexy head, his voice rises like crazed incense, Then I realize why this winter cannot dare to stop such resistance He is gazing upon wondrous words, his eyes in tears, lit with glee I beg for him to look my way…give some of this stimulation to me... Slowly….inevitably…I make my way to his side Gazing where his eyes are glued, anxious to be part of the ride And what I see changes my life forever…verses for longing touch The oak tree grows, I’m blooming…I’m salivating so much I take a seat beside him as he utters sweet ecstasy Swelling ever more tightly, I grow more desperate at his mercy He guides me into this realm I have never known as long as I have breathed Now as I wallow in these words… they moisten and arouse each sense deceived My imagination heightens, my provoked senses he discovers, I’m anxious to explore this realm with him which now he uncovers Guided swiftly to his masterful breaths and intentioned exhalations I forget all past endeavors, all pleasure-based revelations This is all I need now…. I have exactly what I desire Just let me rise into the skies and take my place dear sire What is this happiness I do feel, my growth is all but beginning Enlightening…enlivening…. Writing in painful pleasure…winning Don’t stop those eyes from meeting with her word Don’t let the others in with this- who cares if we’re absurd We are flying like cocks, winning pride from growing wings Rising voices…raising flocks… never stopping for simple things We’re beyond happy baby… for that I am certain… I am ready on the stage…. Just waiting for you… To pull that curtain….