In the wet pulsing core of passion lays desire
It's beating heart one of playful lust and deep emotion
I lick my lips around a blow pop
Sugary sweet sour apple *** shot love
I would rather be popping my lips around your mushroom head
Soaking up the melody of your moans
As you tangle one too careful hand into the fall of my hair
Pull. Harder.
It's been awhile
Playing Russian Roulette with ****
I just hope this barrel is cocked and loaded
Your hips move faster
Pumping into my soft hole
"just like that. Oo yeah baby. I love ******* this mouth."
Pushed through clenched teeth
So close, on the edges of suffering
What can I do?
I reach up with my idle hand and tug gently on your straining sac
Your head flew back, blew the top clear off.
Your hands pulling harder.
Filling my throat with warm, salty ropes of ***
I swallow and smile, satisfied with myself
Watching you bask  in your afterglow
My eyes wander over your body, intrigued
Tingles race up my spine
Noticing you will definitely be up for round two
Aching with the knowledge of release
Already slick for you

Raking a hand through unruly hair
I pull roughly at the cigarette between my fingers
Restless.
Feeling as though my skin is far too tight
I want to fly
Keep waking up with a hole in my chest
Where my initiative used to be
I was told to be patient
All would reveal itself in time
The nights get longer and the ache more pronounced
You are getting closer
Slithering along the outskirts of my perception
My instincts all a flutter, aroused
Anticipation coats my mouth like a cotton candy buzz
The beating of your heart reaches me across vast distance
As unable as I at forgetting
Arms and legs start to relax
Tired eyes and mind slipping shut
I drift off once more, atune to the pounding rhythm
Hopeful.
Thrilled.

We fled into the night

Hearts pounding in our ears
Unable to stop the clouds of smoke from choking

Their trucks were camouflaged
Sharp, biting bullets filled the air
Grasping hands pulling families apart

F.E.M.A. instructed us to their doors for safety
Inspecting us like livestock
Many heads were shaved
The screaming of the acid burn wounded deafening

I can still feel the warmth of my father's hand
As it was ripped from mine
Bright stage lights putting everything into perspective
My mind still numb from shock
Knowing that these could be my last breaths

They did not find what they wanted in my mother
Her pale back and savaged neck starred blankly
From the pit of the massacred and fallen
Grimy fingertips tug at my soft strands
Holding my eyelids tightly shut
Hiding every stinging tear

He smelled of chemical death
A shadow of his former human shell
Slithering over me, a cloud of chills
I am pushed into a dark room
Knowledge of what will happen stuns

Other voices blend with my internal racing thoughts
Making out fertile shapes and young faces
Fear sours the chaotic air
I will not go down without a fight

I may be just a number but they will remember my face
Haunted eyes full of hate
Sharp teeth unafraid of blood

My resolve strengthens
A calm smile plastered into place

As I promptly rip their ***** off

Forget what you thought you knew
You and me
In here it is just me and you
The smoke clouds start to swirl
Mixing smoothly with India temple bonfire prayers
Stone breathes and settles beneath us
Testing our limits of kinetic control
My head falls back, thoughts scatter
Forming listless haiku melodies all ending in riddles
Puff Puff Puff
Heady green heaven on my tongue, in our lungs
Pulling me down...down....down
Weightless we crumble
On a journey beyond what is reality
Do not know where it's going
All I know is that I am going down
Your eyes ease shut.
Numb and yearning.
Sliding into a whirlpool of de-assimiliation
Break apart, come run away with me
Still dancing with the devastating saturation
Of opening ourselves to the God of the Lost