Meal Of Plush Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

(Undressed in Eden)

While
Well
With
*In*
one's
crowded
"py-Ra-mid"
undressed amidst
twilight's glistening mists
bared silhouette that ‘dress'
viewed so clearly, the soft curves
of spring, the dew of plenty, the lush
of sloe ripened fruits dipped in honey …
sush now and bless my lap; with your
tight, and ample bottom, snuggling
completely; on my staff-o-plenty
and compress your passions into
my attractions, to your attraction
the sights, the sounds, the smells
the entire experience of your her
inhaling my hymn … and while this
universe confronts US … something
about that younger, and older thingy
simply put … there is no logic to lust …
"just the two of US; " Jinn versus Jade!
Hot phat long rod plunged deeply into
lush, opened, barely legal, and fully regal
well plowed now full course; meal of plush!