Make Venus Come

Feelings stream, it overwhelms on high

Release a fevers rise, heading to the eyes

With every lick and subtle flick

Degrees in heat, shoots up quick

Drawing out the bud

Sucking in his mouth

Twirls the tongue to polish her pearl

Sensually bathed in sacred-waters swirl

Parting lips, the tip dips in quick

Spreading folds, swollen thick

A blast ignites, jet fuel fast

In a moment, the now, at last

Pop, the engine roars

Petal to the metal hammers Thor

Towards the heavens, a beam of light

A call to the throne of Odins might

What good are all the riches and power

If Mars can’t make Venus come and flower