A Frontier Game: A Boyish Rapture

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

An Easter egg roll, and the seer is thinking;
A woman he knows is now 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 hungry drawbridge, 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 - picks up some jacks;
Garments now dry cleaned, shirts in new stacks…

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

Layered in sunshine, a smooth marmalade;
Ice tea, drunk sweetly, poured in the shade;
A snookering 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 - loins duly mincing.
That advanced unicorn, contrived and convincing…