Head Ache

In an isolated
corner of Passion Street

my lips probe the source
of my raging desire

Hands sliding and caressing

seeking to find her button

waiting for that joyous moan

the arch of the back

slight buckling of the knees

anything 

that gives me the proceed sign

If I move too fast
and prematurely unleash
my raging beast

she will surely recoil
and cast me into
the blue ball pit

where all prior

failed Lotharios reside 

Failed cast offs

classified as shallow guys

who only sought
to penetrate her
luscious thighs

Which of course
is an accurate assessment
of ALL members
of my perpetually in heat gender

So I had to spend hours
plying her with 
inhibition reducing drinks

enduring her feminine
up and down
pop culture blabber

All to arrive at this
do or die moment

on the cusp of blissful lust 

she directs this passion play

as she gives me a naughty smile

and fiddles with her bra snap

that cries out for release

So is it coming off

or staying on?

Are we done with 
this fucking foreplay???

God I hope she's not
another Satanic tease

sent down to torture
me and my in heat breed

and drive us all

to the hooker side of town