A Frontier Game - A Boyish Rapture

Surviving the routine knowledge of parallel worlds - a semi-erotic poem.

An Easter egg splatter - the sigh-er is thinking -
A woman he knows is veritably shrinking -
Eying this lady, his strut’s fervent winking -
Knowledge so carnal, her cavity blinking.

Crossing through toughest boundaries, the teddy -
Barely in triumph to a woman already.
Journeying forward, a couple who’s ready;
A scrumptious drawstring, so structured and steady.

The cavalry’s horses - the clothes off their backs…
A housewarming party, those tables with snacks -
His balls are now bouncing - picking up jacks -
Garments now dry cleaned, shirts in new stacks…

The newest, just paycheck, a vaunted, clean sum;
A comfy, old loveseat, sipping some rum…
They’re happy together, his gal’s rhythmic drum -
Magnificent rapture, a pulse never glum. 

Layered in sunshine, a smooth marmalade;
Iced tea, drunk sweetly, poured in the shade;
A flattening shadow now smiling - that blade
Of freshly mowed grass just met a parade…

A man drove the highway of honkers evincing,
Her showering grace simply poo-ing and rinsing;
He shines in the mirror - his loins duly mincing.
Those kind, butting x’s, contrived and convincing…