resurrective frenzy

close my eyes and i taste you on my tongue,
sweet honey dripping from deep
within the cleft that Samson sought,
that blew his hair away and
blinded him with science friction,
damn, you become like acid of
two kinds, burning as your
orgasm pours down my throat and
making me trip from how much
I'm digging my tongue buried inside you,
and the moans that emit from your throat,
like Eddie's feedback on
maggot brain,
like Jimi's star spangled banner,
you make me patriotic,
look at my flag rise,
you salute me with kisses and
a swallowing of the essence of me,
the root of my dilemma,
the solution to this rigidity,
i feel you sing in voices and
quiver through the flesh of my shaft
and
I'm coming to claim what I've always wanted
what I've always desired to find
from the depths of your skin,
i want to enter through the gates
that have been closed for so long,
i want to seek your heart
through this kiss,
your mind through your pussy,
your soul through your ass,
i want to fuck to the eternity
of your metamorphosis,
i want to thrust down to your
reincarnation,
where we were salmon going
to spawn in cold water,
fighting the ejaculative falls
before we both shoot the
necessities and
give way to our demise,
when we were king and slave girl,
and you danced for me and
we made love in golden sand
and i had you executed in
frenzied passion that no other
could have you,
when i was a fool in
the court of your supremacy,
and you favored me by
lifting your many skirts and
petticoats and
allowing me to sample a
royal honey,
before locking me away in a dungeon
for not making you cum.
we have done this so many times,
so entering and feeling your
walls surround and hold me,
feeling you tug and elicit those
groans that become
your moans that commingle and
become our screams,
as Eddie's guitar continues to
scream,
as mother is resurrected and
jimi is laid again to rest,
as we both reach our
zenith and our crest and
we shoot purple amber waves
across each others bodies,
pornographic in its sensuality,
and searing in its
spirituality,
and we pant,
and we breathe, and
we sweat on each others
skin,
and know that this is the glory
of being born,
this is the glory
of being born,
this is the glory
of being born
again...