Arcane Desires

I saw the President
naked
thrice weekly for four years
he seventh-inning stretched and
first-pitched into me, my basin
pale, smooth, wet, warm.
I was made for him
(the man who took up the ocean)
and I
could comfortably fit four.
Adipose and sweating he
grumbled about The Law and
relaxed, sinking deeper and
starting to snore.

When they finally dragged me from the White House
I cracked.