Rare Moment of Perfection

Rare Moment of Perfection

From your window, I got the notion

We weren't far from the ocean

More precisely the Hudson River

Where we were poised to deliver

Something that lies in our DNA

The orgasmic culmination of a day

Simply described as sexings

Performed with a variety of flings

By hand or mouth or inserts south

Matters not how it begins as long

As in the end it sings it's song

A song of operatic wonder

Accompanied by liquid thunder

I excused myself at the conclusion

And washed away the effusion

That cleared my mind as if a tonic

The goings on were ultra sonic

I stood before your window paused

Your actions had erased the flaws

Of life and wife and mistress too

It seemed that moment life was true

What is true, is beauty too

As Keats, the bard, had said before

I walked so slowly to the door

Out into the cool fresh air

Among those passing the sidewalk there

A fish swimming among a thousand other

Not of kin but we all were brothers

In this life there's but one escape

Deep within our sacred place

Where we define our animal status

And reproduce, as the Gods would have us

Should no offspring spring from our erection

We had that rare moment of perfection