Two worlds collide
en masse they yield
so fine
like lips smacking, our fingers tapping
en route to greater design.
caress our flaws
stroke the doors
into our unconscious mind.

dive deeper with a kiss
explore exquisiteness
both penetrate and yield
gasp, laugh and squeal
now we close our eyes
and lick the inner thighs
bubbling to excess
unlock the inner goddess
the magma will explode
the red rain does now flow

scalding and softening
dissolving, engorging and pulsing
flowing, infusing and liquefying until
deaths
                  delightful
                                       deliquesce.

mmmmmmm...
prlummmmmbra
brinta, recapture
our rapture and play
precognitive display
emerges and surges
our bountiful urges
forming our boundaries
from this ****-filled foundry
blossomed and ready for today