Your words are uncouth,
They dissolve on my tongue.
Before my mouth opens - when
My fragmented reiteration is gated.
It's tied in a knot on my belly button,
Attaching to my fetile orgasm,
Borne in your tone.
Undomestic is
That supercilious smile-
Put in place,
Shocked into a preferred orbit.
I'm unraveled
In splendor.
I'm a child awaiting Christmas.
Specification on a larger scale.
Don’t evade the truth,
It’s the seduction that awaits the
Volcanic eruption. On the other side of the globe
It’s a different story.
Profusely infuse your meaning.
It’s diabolic.
So is the clock,
Ticked off by the life time later than
What we expected.
My expectation,
The orgasm at the end of a rainbow.
The moments and words leading up to my
Expulsion of moans and messages,
Speeding past your ears-
Are, flighted stars, that,
travel hyperactive
Space.
What place?
See what I mean,
When I say it’s overrated.
Expect it all and it will never be unexpected.
Expectant
Hands,
Quietly clutching to a time that has fallen out of pace.
The church doors are shut,
So where will you go now.
My alter is your knees
Those words were already said.
Spank me harder with your razorblade tongue
Its serrated edge makes the most beautiful
Remarks.
Bisymmetrical lies
That stare your straight in the face, when you
Mirror your image.