can you kiss my fat like it’s something made of marble? can you brush my hair as if a Rembrandt **** you secretly adore?
may you fetishize the simple way I blink my eyes: do you like to the way my giggle echoes throughout your body? may you watch me whilst I dance around you moody, will you sit on a chair and watch me with your admirable eyes? let me straddle you and rub your beard and take off your shirt, until I wring it around your neck and force your eyes to follow me: and peeled on me they’ll be until we’ve finished our sublime relief: I bend over the mattress,
the table, the hill — whatever: you press your knee into my buttocks, and a slap from your hand rests on my cheek: pleasure and pain and I almost wish you had me on a chain for you, I’d be on a chain for you: extreme and dusty pink your cheeks turn from this hazy eve, and not to be so gloomy and painful yet the sun has yet to eat the morning clouds and all evening begun the sky to change: the shade it fades, slight pourings and droppings I hear, it’s like pennies falling into a paper cup — are you aware of this sound, my love? and then, then do you also, too, hear the paper? oh yes, the paper, can you, may you feel me? may I feel you — and you know I don’t have to ask, and I know you know I don’t have to ask, yet I do and I know through your mind you think we’re in the sky, because you watch me so airily, and then you move like mist: through a tree line, and your the light that filters through — or really, you are the filter : and I applaud you and everything about you because I am the thing you desire: how may I stir your passion? do I really need to ask? my mouth between your legs and I hum your name, “Daddy”, I think this is all I must do— rest my breast between your manhood, rest my breast upon your lips, **** and twirl and tease and lick: drink me, you’ve gently held my Soul: I thank the Gods who’ve blessed me to be deep inside you: I wonder what you are dreaming about now?
you lay upon the gilde that wreathes inside me, a beauty surmounted: you’re so painterly: the bridge of your nose, the glitter in your eyes: the crows feet, the wicked way I know— relinquish all your regality inside me: being it out, I’ll bring it out from inside you(what is it?)— your being, your raw and natural being: yes, yes, I’ll bring it out and many more things you never knew you were:
intensity, passion, and controlling: some major key-tones that we flavor with: spices spill over a mess has been made deep inside you, you *** all over me I accept you