I want to embed you, George,
make you hostage
to my rhetorical passion.
I will manoeuvre you with lust,
expose your weak flanks,
your vulnerable rear.
Do not resist:
the outcome is inevitable.
How I long to taste
your surrender,
breach your every berm.
You are my prisoner of desire, George;
I am here to liberate you
by superior force;
Give in to its pleasure.
Feel the heat of my friendly fire,
as I take you, my resolve stiff,
here by the oasis sweetened with land mines.
Do you hear that voice, George,
as I thrust
into your soft, defeated body?
It’s God
telling you
She’s on my side.
