fill me with your ****
until its running out of my pores
**** I've always wondered what that smell was
drown me in pity and kind verses
until my countenance is beautiful to you
because spaghetti knows!
I can't be complete unless I'm beautiful
to you
and all this time I've been running
broken pottery quotations up your
shivering spine
without thanks for the cold stares
you pierce through my fingertips
hold my hand and drag me through
the cosmic playland you soar your
broken hang glider
without regard for the fact that we
were always the center of the universe
and globally has constantly been flatlands
I want nothing less than the very cells
composing each and every cancerous tumour
exploding through your veins
because Allah knows your breath freezes my neck
solid when you lick down my..
OOH that tickles, you gotta avoid my funny bone
or I'll squeal without worrying about your parents
right outside my door
much less the police stating overbearing bricks
cemented around your walls
break them down and expose your innards
to the outwards and lie reposed in the vulnerability
of your last breath.