The More You
Grip & Scratch
This Skin
Gasphing On
How Good
This Body Moves,
Wondering About
The Perfection
Of This Pleasure.

I Really Do Hope
You Realize That
I'm Just
A Consciousness
Trapped In
Your Mind.

You're Absorbing
My Sacred Fantasies.
And
Only Pleasing Yourself.

I Want To Write Poems,
All Over Your Body,
And Pray That,
Whenever I Turn You On,
It Melts All Over
This Angelic Carpet.