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mike Aug 2015
my tongue is a slug
to crawl into
your shell.
mike Aug 2015
my lips are sore
my jaw is cracked
and my body is raw
from thinking of you.

dehydrated and weak
my eyes are glued open.

the bears
have broken
into my tent
and ***** me.
mike Aug 2015
medusas eyes are vibrant lights;
they turn me to stone.

incandescent slits speak
incantations wrapped in moans.

her head of snakes
their tongues that rake
my dead skin from its bone.

her garden breathes my nakedness;
we touch when we're alone.

her flowers lift their heads
and wrap us tight
as we are sewn.

together we are sewn.
mike Aug 2015
an electric flood courses
through each of my organs
until im a floating static specter
penetrating each of your pores.
mike Aug 2015
i wake up from my dreams
and my fingers
are wet with you.
mike Aug 2015
my mouth
is so full
of your deliciousness
that it would
all come pouring out
if i tried to
explain it.

i am forced to swallow.

if not id be caught
licking it off the floor
and off your feet.
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