i want you really

             really

a shiver and totally
beneath tremble and
quivering bruised or
pristine but all laced
in spit and **** A
where my love fist can
bed softly blooming
at your unfurred palette's
twain crawling

           with

up your thighs a dark
smudge like shaped a
bear paw right next to
your knee laminated
by eager oral's lewd
serpent

A where
spreads the vast treat
of your hips a garden
in which poems fail
always ever to match
struck instantly aflame