You’re such a woman.Optimized by the thrusts of nature,taking it like a statue being impaledby gusts of wind. Helpless to the sensation,Your only option is to screechsoft echos of pleasurethat resonate with the melodiespounding within. You weather the storm. Holding your groundwhile being turned onby the functions of anatomy,which supply you with the toolsto experience …
It’s like I’m digging for gold.Mining for ore, swinging my tool down the hole. Buried in your vein, stuck,locked in, enclosed. Extracting your deposits until the product seeps out andexplodes. Now I’m Rich. Drenched,Dripping,and exposed. Officially crowned as the knight at your throne.
When was the last time you cried? You wear the suit of fulfillment,but it never properly fits your style. You’re terrible at taking your own advice. I know you’re sick of the pain,you want to take control of your life. But you can’t. Not until you get rid of that fear of mirrors,And discontinue living …
It was more than a temporary embrace. We merged a bond that transcendedthe temporal properties of space. It resembles what we do everyday;Travel the distance back and forthbetween uswhile simultaneously remaining in place. Palms merged, fingers interlaced.Our energy resonatesand reverberatesacross dimensional planes. Haven’t I felt this before?It feels exactly the same. Which is proof that …
The timer has been set to brew. You grind the beansas I push my flesh in you. Milk the sex from you,While creaming the nest for two. Half and half. We bathe in each other’s nectar.Fertilizer spreads throughout the canal, combining the liquids for a thicker texture. Fill my cup with your creamer.I stuff myself …
Poetry 