one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Corp O’ Real

Mouth numb muttering hopeless come come!
Tongue dizzied from pirouettes
And all time spent 
Jigging in a salty bath 
While nose hovered near 
Skin safe from warm body oozin’ booze. 

Shake it off,
Let it stick to roof of mouth like paste
If it drips, it’ll sustain him
During perky commitment to touch viscus.

Under for awhile, her wing shaped legs 
Keep him lively, rapidly massaging 
Her swollen pulp into a panic of tingle thrills.

Anatomy contorts,
Committed to the way body blows 
Her shape is an S
Fist pulling hair with pain
No sophistication or subtle contempt
She hisses, “SEXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!”

Oh please! In a woman’s mind salacious stories cycle
Make her pelvis tilt, her hands tear sheet’s skin.
His lashes blow back, pupils big as an O, 
Happy to see her act like so,
So gorgeous in her gasm-glow.

Between walls a heated night
Damp around her waist
Body yawns backwards
Ruby nipples stand out in blackness,
A detail he tries to take from her
See if what breaks bleeds,
Stains his pearly whites,
After bite.

Lost their cool, 
Animals after the afternoon 
Thick drape keeps them secret
But if eyes were to see
Would they be made more real in their lust
Than found performing love with Eros? 

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