If Florida was a Woman

If Florida was a Woman    Written Spring/Summer 2002 (Revised October 16, 2013

If Florida was a woman, I would be hard as rock:
Hotter than the sun, any man on Earth.
Never do I look forward to a good sweat
As I do 'pon her shooting rays

Attacking my fleshy armaments
Safely harboring all about me which is vital.

Yesterday, I dropp'd to her sandy floor
To indulge 'pon some of her sweet nectar:
Among these, Nature's finest crystal granules,
Rolling about as if an alligator in heat.
As I am but a soul from cold Tennessee,
I shall file for adoption, for my Florida mater,

As she is the womb my throbbing rooster seeks,
And I shall only endeavor as a true glutton would.
O'! How I am so hot for her! That Florida!
She must have felt each drop of my sweat:

Tasting the salty flavor of which it consists,
And ravaging my hard, erect body!

En fuego, bebe!

She must have, for I have never seen nor been
With a woman so wet, so moist, wanting to bequeath

Her love, her passion, and unleash'd unto me
The wildebeest within her soul, and she attack'd!

Thus, I was only too pleasur'd to dive inside
Her womb, her bed of tropical life,
For whilst the little fishes swim 'round,
We commenc'd amid sin, and tho' t'was pleasurable,

We scream'd cries of ecstasy, her scratching my back,
And I? Thrusting forward, penetrating her folds, pink;

Her palms, clammy; consumed with perspiration;

How they shone so brightly; the bay so green,
And I wonder if she is as jealous of me as I her,
For I have but only one lover,
While pleasures many millions with her scores.

Let me be a sea gull!

Let me be a sea gull!

Leave me be!

Leave me be!

I never desire to leave Florida's arms,

And she never wishes for me to depart.

If Florida was a woman,

I would never leave,

But I would always gladly come.