the reader

Her ass, 

was really the only thing.
 
But never in moments
where eyes locked

us. 

And never when tits
pushed brains 
out of mind - 

I told her that once,
in confidence.
Trust.

A too-too secret
between us shared!
Such privacy squared
is confidence cubed. 

I told her that once,   
And I never once
stopped. It's just

between us, 

her butt
and true,
one cop. 

Of feeling, I mean!
Way more! Than one
of that sort of cop. Encore!
Some fun grows parting parts,
to immeasurable sum. Once more
- real feeling!
Two hands, one truth. Full on! 
For one! How is it for two? Like
love struck fools, in misspent youths,
only way older, man. Woman? Girl,

you know!

It's true.

I do will, vow, cuss, bless, swear, though:
as I lie here in beauty's great gazing grip,
grasping slippery stakes, no bluff, all hit,
raise,
show, and no limit!
No hint of haze,
in the pane. As
the visibility spins amaze
from inches of mind into miles
of brain, by a well-measured span
of landmark'd, landscape, portrait
and form: sake's own! Too good!
One, two being punch, spiked body
hard spirit and break!

For lunch. Makes one
inclined, two so
entwined

in fame. Or
the amateurs couples
event, not too equivalent. Just
two superstar fans on the scent,
going ape on cue! Buck wild! 
No pants!  

It's enough to remark!

If the word were meant,
well,
no trouble there.  

Finding so many lines,
She could read between,
but the text is just

fine.

Natural. 
Obscene?
Oh, 
clean out your
gutter-mind's eye,
so prone on your back
to lie! In a made-up daylong
dream of your nasty-ass raunch!
In a sense, from innocence made!
Out of two aping angels in pastime
staunch! Look up, or grow there.  

Count the stars! 
Five, four, three, 
two
go. 
Launch. 

As the neighbors bang,
shout, yell, doorbell and phone 

- what the fresh heck, hell? Some
obscure complaint 

about some sort of moan  

Couldn't dumb ass wait? 
We were not at home! 
just 
then, 

just 
now. 

Ain't.
No, we are on roam
in a heavenly field,
which I call your 

own.

As to mine?
I yield. Some
people just do not
honor the home
grown bone in
deal when they're 

jealous as hell,
apparently. I call
"fine by them!" on
that. But 

please
people. Quit 
scarin' me, have
some respect
for others, fellas 
well as fellelles!

If you can't? Hey! 
So sue us,
or 
surveil us and 
sell us, and we'll 
sue you. Or some
other thing. Who 
can tell? Point is.

Big whup!
If it's not clear you're in 
the biz, 
"Big whup" 

is a big deal 
in sum parts. Let being 
be yours. Let living 
make arts.