Your cauldron-like bum
Curves into the central crack from which
Oozes the ultimate power drug
Which I seek with my flickering tongue
Touching the insides, lapping it up till I come.
To use it doubled as a drum,
Thwacking on its hide rhythms that
Turn your flesh into red, with
Palms or with sticks, as you lie
Stripped and bum-up, spread on a pillow in bed.
Pressure them apart, and with lubricated dick to penetrate
Stoking you like an engine
That toots and runs in a cowboy show.
To push it in deeper to the core,
Watch the crack as it would glow with your
Retinal desire upon sufferance.