Whenever things like that happen,You find yourself Outside; On the porch; In your underwear; Smoking a cigarette, And you think to yourself, "That's what I've been putting up with all this for"
It was good. Everything that I expected. Sensual; Rough; Dirty;
"Was there no love?" You asked. "Surely there is some," I said.
"But the beast here has come from much hotter places than that. This is Summer's Lust's metamorphosis into a sensual beast, whose long reach and blue iris has caught me: tangled in his embrace."
That long embrace, And deadening sting, Has found me, Paralyzed.