Wednesday, November 04, 2009

it sounds like visual stimulation




He said

It was the same old feeling

Of being voyeuristic

That drifting shit

A dynamo

Of cosmic infiltration

And lots of hymns

For the unsorted memories

Of loneliness

Of being scared

Lusting love

Or loving lust

Whatever have you

You are my universe

I'm a mere planet

Evolving around your spheres

An electron

Magnified to the power of 8s

An infinite motion

Done by lubrication

A sensual ravishing

Of your teeth thrusting into my skin

Honey drops

Into my lips

Tasty and invigorating

A musty scent

Of your pits

Of your thighs

Of your spine

Crashing into mine



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