Summoning of The Wild

The great outdoor mystics call us

hiding behind the tall trees, and mincing around

in the everglades...

They want us out,

out with the bees!...

They want us living where there’s light and life!...

They want us fucking, cocks thrusting in and out of

sputtering velvet wet flowers with blushing red

petals that yearn to be entered again and again...

Long legs spreading deliciously while we part them ever further

Breasts bouncing and aflutter

while fingers dig into the flesh, pushing the legs

even higher into the air then imagined,

over the heads of our pressed and contorted loved ones...

They want our orgasms to be ecstatic, and our screams to reach

the highest heavens as the thrusting gathers momentum, and steam,

and our sweaty brows melt together...

The great outdoor mystics want us out there,

living it up...

They want fingers plunged into every orifice as tongues do the tango

under a banana tree...

They want a white jettisom of cum to blast from our cocks and paint the bark and branches behind us, soaking our partners ’til their fingers and lips are dripping and their bodies are quivering in a wasted heap, still joined

by the legs of our lovers...

The great outdoor mystics beg

for another encore

as they serendipitously hide from view...

These little devil fairies,

always knowing just where to hide,

and keep themselves clean from all the

unchained habits

of humankind,

though their sure to gain inspiration

which helps them paint the lush and fertile

nature scene

with flying squirrels, and dashing foxes

flashing by under the majestic cranes

that circle overhead...

It all sticks heavy in their minds,

as they draw us lovers

out and drive us to the brink...

Playing passion, and driving our

natural instinct

to magical and exciting conclusions...

©

4/8/21

Bunny Villaire