Kalypso and Odysseus (a sonnet)

Reclining on palm-strewn sand while twisting her tumid, ripe nipples,
She sighs upon seeing his ebony lips emerge coated with viscous, white cum.
His nostrils flare amid sienna high cheekbones and “LL Cool J”-like dimples,
For he is inebriated from the gelatinous nectar flowing from her nether dark plum.

Provençal lavender oil mixed with her dusky essence wafts on the midnight breeze,
Swathing the moonlight in diaphanous purple and seeping into his every pore.
Slithers of coconut shells protruding through the sand make her wince and seize
But unlike the pain-tinged pleasure of his phallus penetrating her fiery core.

Whispering deified obscenities and enigmatic litanies that meet with each hip thrust,
He urges her loquacity and orgasmic intensity all inclined to make her shriek his name.
Buckling bodies reverberate in the night air with the Alpha and Omega of stolen lust,
His aching rod spewing coconut milk streams into a womb engulfed with passion’s flame.

Entangled in his lover’s limbs and oblivious to his marital fate,
He begs the moon to prolong the night with her enchanting surrogate.