Pyramid in my hands
I hit the bowl you so carefully
Ground and gave to us
Combing my hair in the mirror
We discuss at your kitchen counter
Bar table, the finest wine I've put to my lips
Baby
New. So fresh baby
I can hear the pitter patter
Of canine foot steps
I suggest there's been so many before
Are you comfortable
You ask
As your shirt lands on
Comfortably stable and rock
Hard silicon
I give
And you give
And what's what's so different
I could spell out your name
With
The tip of my tongue
And the edge of my feminine
Pink porcelain
Covered in what was left
By the stars in our deep set
Ambitious eyes
I look so young
And you look so knowing
So I open my inner milky thighs
To your prospering love.