thy faintest contour
stole away
my consciousness of mind
the gods had draped me
in a realm
of excess exquisite
chests indulged
of selenite did slough
with bare refulgency
merging strikes
barbaric heaving
maleness
manacled in chainmail
criminal
didst cup constrictive
summoned heat
from sweetened friction
visceral
precipitant
banded strands
stretched tenuously
strung with statuesque erecting
flesh of cryptid cusp
and blustered hue
imbrued from brusque abrade
strapping
with a sturdiness
to beckon vice
from days of yore
swore studly forms
of ardent study
hours long and arduous
Sir Nicolaus! i cry
what thoughts besiege
my frail composure
compromised by rippled
thew with pulse of potent impose
ecstasy encompassing
his sexton arm’s saxon embrace
brandishing a brawn
to render
every knave his pawn of privy
lash thy leather-laden fury
leash mine impure soul
with haste!
douse me
in thy verse
triumphant
trenchant
as the lunar blade
bathing in thy
breathless inquest
trouncing
like a bison herd
at the hour
of forbidden dusk
hoarding hesitation
forming sedulous
below
shouldst thy barren breast
e’er hover
skies of supple
silk embed
the flames of brooding
wouldst impend
with trilling prod
of importune
like surging wells
on crescent shores
imploring swords
of sowed release
lonesome rogues
dealt swift
a sweltered
sun of melting
auric fleece
bound like mured barbarians
gone mad
with torturous vexation
strident thrusts
of jutting bulge
and urgent bender
banned by lawmen
turgid girth swoons
swathing growth
doth ghastly
fill tumescent eye
pinning this supine
confliction
to a bed of fallow dross
O my precious Nicolaus
let us not fall
remiss
like pistils
sifted into dusted dreams
of lust lamented
let us now succumb
to rubble
amid subtle
swells combusting
~fini~
Max, or Not 