RUPICOLA GROUP DANCE

Why not start the mating season with a great group dance?
I'll locate some buddies and the rest we'll leave to chance.
We needn't clear a space on the Cascades forest floor.
I'll just hire a goodly room that has a solid door.
We'll enter through these portals at the pre-arranged time,
break the ice with an Amstel can, perhaps a glass of wine.
We'll watch a video or two; maybe a DVD;
I'll find something that's very hot for all of us to see
where some guys show off their plumage and their waxen chests
and help each other lubricate their fulsome penile crests.
Then when we're really fired up we'll casually disrobe
and, doing what comes naturally, each other we will probe.
We'll hook up in elaborate chains and grand configurations
that constantly will alter as we pick up different stations.
The temperature will rise, we'll feel the turbulence and seething.
There'll be a definite increase in our pulse rate and our breathing.
Writhing bodies twitch with pleasure, glistening with sweat.
Condensation streaks the walls, we're steaming and we're wet.
We're getting near to frenzy in delirious ardour,
but there are still delicious morsels in this plentiful larder.
Tongues and hands and fingers go about their happy work.
Cocks and balls pulsate with pleasure. No one here will shirk
from combat with the dragon or the famous rainbow snake.
Everyone wants everything available to take.
The sight of buddies fucking makes us more excited still.
We're getting close to coming, holding back's a feat of will.
Cocks pull out of orifices, cum shoots everywhere,
splattering mirrors, walls and faces; we all get our share.
We all are spent; we're satisfied. Enjoy the afterglow!
We shoot the breeze for a little while. What a fantastic show!
Oh well, time is nearly up! We rinse off in the shower.
Feel ecstatic! Feel so great! What a sense of power!
"Why don't we do this every week? Why did we wait till now?"
"Why have we wasted all this time? I can't imagine how!"
No one says these words out loud. But it's what they all must think.
The guys all put their clothes back on. Some have a final drink.
All things must end. It's time to go. The room's a fucking mess.
We leave the cleaner a hundred bucks. It couldn't be anything less!