Never Enough

Never Enough

The first time we made love
My ball sack was as empty
As a vagrant's purse
My sap dripped out of you
Like heavy dew
Your breasts red from
Sucking and caresses
If I'd never made love again
That would have been enough
Yet we continued
In Department Store Try-on Rooms
On Planes, in Trains,
During that terrible storm
On board a Ship bound for Vaars
Along the European Highways
On the side road gravel
In the back seat under bridges in San Cloud
In that ancient hotel in Cherbourg
where you rode a horse on the beach topless
In Nudist Camp sites along the Adriatic
On New York Street corners midday during thunderstorms
On the Mohave Desert
The desert smelling like burnt rubber
The car door open
Your legs spread wide
As I stood outside and plowed you
As if a Grecian farmer
Beating my sword into a plowshare
It was never enough
A taste did not suffice
If your cunt was a file
I would have been cock-less
But it was tender as a flower
And your shouts and moans
Overpowered the west wind
And the late night TV
As the neighbors listened intently