My Muse

I thought the poetry was gone...
Until her tongue plunged into my mouth
and her lips
pulled
from the throbbing head of my manhood
Similes
vivid
as dreams of monsoon wetness

I thought I was lost
until
I found myself
in the tangled
plunging
shadows on the wall
and
heard the music
of Our sweaty
slapping
gasping flesh

Echoing in my soul