This is what i want to do...

i see you in your tight yes
and thrum my lips across the whimsy
of your chaste suzette. i want to live alive -
and be the swollen one
chafing against your plump curls...
my tongue
gasping,...  teeth
teething.

this is what i want to do.

to
unload
a century of issue
into the womb of your
distance, to break the silence
of your *******
with the violence
of our sweet
peace.
yes.

this, is what i want to do.
to plum your cherry in the very gone
of our arrival's tomb...
to clump the rude farse
of our weary calamity
into a precious knot
we freakishly
unravel...

i want
to press my lips
to your valley
till you *** around
and say, Thank
You,

but can
only
with you.

in you.