Owls hoot
in the oaks
the jasmine
is heady,
I look from
the window
and watch
them together
scoop the
moon from
the
shimmering surface
drunk &
unsteady,
I almost
believe
we'll be
happy forever
I'm 54 and
I'm ready.
I almost
believe
we are
marked,
we are
blessed,
so I'm
keeping the vigil
to honour
the guest,
with my
absolute need
to do the
right thing -
we've
agreed, we've concurred
I've given
my word,
you'll
accede and comply
we're
putting you first,
with my
absolute need
my
unequivocal thirst.
Hot
afternoon fucks
so urgent
we must,
absorbed in
the moment
abandoned
to lust,
Sinews are
taut
muscles are
rigid,
the
gathering tide
resisting
its limits,
this is my
sacrament -
the body,
the blood,
the
burgeoning tide
becoming a
flood,
only doing
what any
man would.
You are
appeased
by the
pleasure of pleasing,
the
pleading, the kneeling,
the wanting, the needing
to do the
right thing -
and in
doing redeeming.
Your duty
is solemn,
the ritual
light,
so Godamn
you man
don't fight,
just do as
I say,
obey my
demands,
its not a
suggestion
it's a
command -
that is the
line
this is the
measure,
play with
my upright sense
of
unrepentant pleasure.
There in
the shower
Washing
your back
caressing
your head
With my
cock in your crack,
Pressing
your face
up to the
glass.
Your spine
is a river
I'm tracing
it's race
through the
darkest ravine
to the
holiest place
Lapping you
up
drinking
you in
with an
absolute need
to do the
right thing -
Slapping
your moody
French ass!
Congress of
three
divine
intimation,
the moon
and the jasmine
the men
that you are,
I think we
are saved
and this is
salvation,
for a
minute at least
I almost
believe.
All of my
lovers
romantic
and filthy,
you are
forgiven
I hope you
forgive me,
for now
it's implied
that all of
creation,
submits and
accedes -
and works
in accord,
with my
absolute need.Listen to The Absolute Need here
The Absolute Need mp3
