Sanitized Honeymoon
Michael J. Menges
Holding your soft flesh as the whirlpool spins on the good ship Ti-de-bowl.
I thrill your winsome-soul-windows
with tales of the galloping raid of the great white knight of Ajax.
Your arms open up for me with welcome as I flash my hai
karate, stripped to my English Leather straps underwear.
Until I can hold myself back no more from your overpoweringly magnetic ambience.
The flowing tide of my joy carries me on its ivory crest.
Until I want all play and less toil as dictated by the 9 to 5 dial and so we
Ride on the back of the pet beetle and feel fab and rolly-poly
with the swaying and self-holding,
Then we retire, for the gala culmination of my brute
sensuality, a celebration of your warm moist bounty
in the roach motel.
