My style heretofore has been to make ‘em holla While keeping my objective erotic distance I was the sensual svengali da buhddist with butt the guru with goo Star and Director of this schizo-cerebral skinflick Lights, camera, and "i'm ready for my close up, Mr. FillintheBlank" Rock dat booty and roll on tha’ One! Ready to ooh and coo in all the right places To ooh and ahhhhh….. oh but always searching for the Big OMMMMMMM…… (white chicks, learn how! In this month’s issue of Karmic Cosmo!) I was questing struggling to reach that moment of sacred sexual surrender That place-nonplace where I am inside myself and outside myself at once Where in twin consciousness I am my own mirror-image, And the goddess in me smiles her crooked smile. While on a purely physiological tip My luv flows down like honey, And my synapses are popping like a hot comb on wet naps. Reduced to pure Mind and pure Musk……oh baby can ya smell me? Ah, but there’s the rub! Cuz I never was rubbed quite good enough nor in any of the right places. They always missed those nooks and crannies that held my melted butter, Buzzed plenty around the hive but never made the nectar drip from my comb. I’d done ivory stumps to ebony spears, And even explored a shrub or two (licky licky). But I never could get it quite right. Quite right as in right there right there baby right there sweet daddy, right there right there RIGHT THERE G_DDAMMIT! Righ…OMMMMMMMMMMM…… (and Elvis has left the building.) An’ then an’ then an’ then when the student is ready the teacher will cum..... Lesson 1: Vocabulary Fusion: the act or procedure of liquefying by heat. As in: Is that a school bell I hear my dark Sensei? Or just the sound of this throbbin fusion u ignited between my thighs.