Poems About Lust - Sexy Poetry

~Dilapidated Epiphany~

Atop windswept, telescope-spangled peaks,
astrophysicists interpret supernova explosions,
predicting widespread tulipmania preceding depravity.

Heliotropes co-opt Apollo's photonic splurge.
Saxophones erupt, spouting elliptical arpeggios.
Harpsichords loop spirophonic tapestries
upon rooftop amphitheaters.

Upended spatulas spin, disrupting hyperspace.
Parachutes whisper plutonium's scripture,
imploded temptress's psalm.

Republican politicos implement Operation Gipper:
Presidential replicants wallop dyspeptic poodles,
shar-peis, lazy whippets.

Unimpeachably warped pachyderms
spray tapioca, splattering hospital vampires slurping plasma;
bicuspid scalpels performing liposuction, rhinoplasty, lithotripsy
upon unsuspecting patients.

Alphabeteers practice Oulipian wordplay,
cryptically transposing pronouns, catapulting prepositions.
Hyperlinked synapses sprout multiple protuberances:
phalluses, rumps, nipples, proboscises.

Spielberg dispenses triceratops scallipini,
homespun velociraptor soup. Wampum-happy
cinematographers misrepresent Pocahontas.

Napoleon plays imperator, contemplating
Pythagoras, hyperbolas, trapezoids.
Oppenheimer's apocalyptic isotopes erupt.

Copernicus uproots Ptolemy's epicycles,
opening planetary crypts. Plumed serpents
repopulate pyramids; Zapata inspires
peasant uprisings.

Springsteen spray-paints
Prince's glyph upon souped-up Plymouths.
Rasputin perseveres, spoonfed narcoleptic pap.

~A Slave To Reality~

The mind taken away. Lost to all present
circumstance. Transported to another plane,
another sphere. Elevated
to a higher conscience.

The physical baggage disposed, no longer
a hindrance. Allowed to roam freely,
to soar aimlessly. The imagination
takes flight.

A garden, no a meadow.
Yes, a meadow of gentle rolling knolls,
in the early morning light! The sun's new
rays reflecting on the dew, making the ordinary
sparkle brighter then the rarest of gems.

The contrast between the cool grass
beneath my feet, gently caressing my legs,
and the penetrating warmth of the orbed furnace
is very pleasing. Making me feel
rejuvenated and relaxed at the same time.

The periwinkles dance their exotic dance,
bowing to the demands of a gentle breeze.

In the distance, a dark ominous form
spreads across the land. Growing to
mammoth proportion with each step that I take.

I am drawn to this monstrosity against my will!

I know this demon, and as
I breath out the horrid name, it engulfs me.

Once again I am a slave to REALITY.