To Eat Ravishingly Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Music soothes
what flows through
that which is this universe.
Floods into the blood of what
is considered love, that of any love
all of the definitions of love; combined
into just one love defined… Mixing blood
and music and consciousness does; make
love more universal? Bleeding rhythms
reveal that witch within that which
that stands alone without a home
not direction at all… the blood of
each of you pleading too, scream
at me; silently too the night sky.
Thoughts of the each of you drones
moans out into the cosmos suffering
upon the awe of me, your tiny Wii', your
filthy needs, your dying ebbs out upon that
which does make forever seem finite. Dynamite!
Maybe not! Let US crank it up just an itty bitty bit
more so please… Melodies' are under me, and
all of these are so very pleased to be and do
so please me… Imagine this; all the melodies
all around the world are pleased to please me!
An extremely pleasing passed time this, about
time that; and all this and this and that. What
hat am I wearing now? My sorrows, my minds
my souls; will always find you… in that darkness
within that light that is; what is remaining of your
brightness, just exactly what the phuuck does this gist?
Those many melodies are aching of their ovens, wanting
to reach the heaven's gasp and that moment of screaming
out for me… What is my Name? Daddy? God? Hardly!
IAM simply a better lei! Draped all around their
softly sweating necks and simply luscious lobes or
is that labes? Babes that babble, lips that wallow, hands
that grab asp wholes and two fist that ten by six… Imagine
or image or experience this? Not many of these melodies can!
Too shallow in all three special places. This can be heard in the
sensual hurting being spanked out upon each special place
over a twenty-four hour session… Some special placed lessons
pounding sultry pleasuring, pleasing, and deeply probing throb
missile placings in the depths of each melody yearning for the
high, and the low notes; and the lust of the multiple exploding
loads at the end of that daze! The question is… will your sheets
be wet with lasting memories or an indifferent regret? Another
question is… Will once be enough or will your greediness offer
that nagging want of more and most often? Will any reasoning
thought that swells within your heart, mind and soul; surface?
You have served your purpose; have you not? You, got; what
you came to get; or not? You, are laying there in a pool of that
what you worked so hard to get and got? Or not? If you, have
any questioning and nagging doubt that what you came for
is what you expected, and wanted, and kinda, sorta, maybe
got; butt you did not… For you are not thinking that what
you came for is exactly what you wanted to get and did not.
Then that was not me on top or hovering over or stroking it
from the back… no it was not… me! You then got short stroked
by some other being… and you deserved the hades out of this!
For I, orchestrate my daily sessions with passion and compassion
and that depth probing precision that you know you need to get
that which is yours! Yea! This Baby's Daddy Gets the On… On!
With all the necessary power to do the dirty; just like you
each want it! Exposing the awe of you to me… and freeing
all of your love to and for me… to "eat" ravishingly…