at this indication
antiqued trumpets wail deliver feedback a sound track
honey moon
ends too. no ice and cream coffee blend
created to replace the dutiful satisfaction
my tounge lashing out and licking
flicking your stick a slippery fish mouth takes it in
violet pastel easter polysester rides up
bound for the floor, full white protein stain
a peach smack over my hips graze the air,
view your sharp teeth and jawline smile over me
delighted as my pressure tightens inside around it ringlike
eyes tear, averting gazes dazed these days
today
almost forgot
for a moment where we really are.
