Erotica Maximum Reprised Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Erotica Maximum
04/01/2007

Vanilla skies over a chocolate dream
Pierced the heavens with a mocha beam.
Thoughts the body has of a false veil,
Mediterranean seas I choose to sail.

Longing just to hold the sky's hand,
Colors blend in Neverland.
Deep went the chocolate man,
You are covered in vanilla with a bronze tan.

The contorted reality in black you've dressed,
Esoteric words you've impressed.
Energies exchanged as food for thought,
Contentment found was what I sought.

Strawberry and peach are so bittersweet,
Bodies intertwine in summer's heat.
Pink walls I must try to breach,
Speaking in tongues to savor the peach.

Unadorned is the surface of true love;
Chocolate fits the sky like a glove.
Passions flare to the sounds of the night,
Friction and heat create the light.

Fire blazes, giving all you've got,
Soothing the scratch to hit the spot.
Strolling across barren lands,
Vanilla melts in the chocolate's hands.

Exposed they lay as chocolate kissed the sky,
Their bodies beautifully sang "my, my, my."
Twisting and turning, biting the lips,
Moaning and groaning during the solar eclipse.

Darkness penetrates the light;
Open skies put up not a fight.
Climax and passion release with a scream.
Quite the night for now they are dreaming.