His Longing Going on at Length

He was filled with erotic longing for her person,
she was gone, the situation seemed to worsen
by the hour, when he woke up with an erection
and for whom. She is a natural connection,
someone he can hold, unfolding like a flower
and floating through the air at 600 miles per hour
in a seated position. The missionary position
has been on his mind, her feminine disposition
collected, cool, and calm, that other women learn
a lot from.
Meanwhile an erection doing a slow burn
with rings of voltage moving up and down, and steam
is rising off it. The woman he holds in high esteem
is at a funeral, it is 2000 miles away,
returning by the grace of turbos any day now.
Would it be OK to make a pot of coffee,
ask about her relatives and tear her clothes off.