Durham Cream

By the shimmering light of lust I spied her
Translucent with uncontrolled desires.
I had to possess her quivering womb
And mount her pouting womanhood.

The battlements of her guilt crumbled
Before my mighty phallic sword.
I smelt her warm hypnotic scent
And my passion nearly burst upon her form.

The unrelenting, pounding surge of desperate need
Flooded any reason left within.
This night would have but a single end,
The sweated screams of climax and rivers of penal cream.