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A cats cradle of lighting across the sky
Suspended briefly in my intrinsic fear
I digress to MTV intrigue, Rockstar videos are more
impressive.
I turn to you and turn off the tube and close the window
shades.
I catch a glimpse of your cleavage--soft and malleable
You catch a glimpse of my desire.
Walking toward me in a particular way--
You enter my mind like a cock, penetrating with the eyes
sliding gently into my thoughts,
Planting seeds of your desires, of your fears
And my mind opens wide--a fissure, a fuck-hole, a
flaming ring for your tiger.
A wild cat set to destroy--to dominate but also a
kitten,
Fury and soft--a playful thing.
Physically, I'm weak and broken from the work day
But your fresh--so fucking fresh i wanna eat your
baloney sandwich
Wet and melting in my mouth like clarified butter.
You swear to swallow me whole
with my mouth full
Of you.
FIll me up and spill me over you say in desperate
speech.
These things, all in my mind of course, all in my blood
You’ve pierced every pore
But all we’re doing is staring and staring...
And all i can think of is boiling beakers and devouring
lions;
Sandwich metaphors and dirty dirty
Bathroom floors.
The tension-- thick enough to ignite
Flesh melting sweat.
All I need is one touch, one spark and
Our aura, our otherworldliness
Will not crack like the lightning of a storm
Or anything dry at all
But Intertwine like a childhood game of thread
like two wet worms sliding through the hard dirt,
Effortlessly.
Such is a devastating decision the universe made
When it placed us in the same space.
Supernova,
Dirty laundry and then
Silence...
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