Killer whale

Deep sigh...

another night

wanders off.

A blissful

pocket of

dust.

To the moment

lost.

I threw safety

out the door,

left my

seat belt

untouched,

as I wonder

into the escape

of your embrace.

The silent kisses

in the middle

of the night.

Reminiscence sour

juice of lust.

Raw flesh littered

with salt water particles.

Evidence of action

festooned by our

persistent friction.

Bubba! Leaf no

bun undone.

My double decker

surfinia burger

needs more sauce.

I chili your Asian

pigeonwings with

equivocal thrusting.

That's more like it, bubbaargh!