Well there it is: The Impending BJ
And my cellular DJ plays a mix of New Jersey’s rendition of Baltimore House music fused with New Orleans bounce.
Red blood cells that marched matched in single file lines everywhere began grinding each other in every unacceptable walkway. My vessels now resemble any present day Jamaican daggering session!
The party is beyond capacity in my penal arteries until my love below surpasses a 90° salute.
Saliva greets the fo’c’sle like rain playing timpani on the tarmac, the thunderous stomping of jouvert boots!
And what ever that sensation is that shacks up in the lower back and beams up the neck to the brain like light pipes during data transfers is; it explains temporary reality… temporarily.
She sucks and I jerk in convulsions.
Contemplating falling into a multiple concussion.
Short wave multiple personality disorder and symptoms of violent seizures.
Toes tango until rigamortis succeeds the better half of nonverbal discussion.
Abrupt back spasms lose sync with slurp rhythms and hand constriction repetitions…
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth! Up down, up down, up down slurp!
It’s brain jogging, beneficial justification, bare jousting, blatant judgement, ball jerking, broadcasting Jupiter….. the bl*wwwww job!