when i want inspiration to write poetry
i watch a heaving tempest of kisses
they have a better flavor
than cooking shows

what's prettier than pretty pretty
in pigtails
shaking her delicious
derriere whipped Soufflé?

i'm kissing butter princess
witchy **** 
spread lickity splits
eating her
with a big wide **** eating grin
like an open face dagwood

whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring
of
Adonis's plumper in paradise
filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue?

ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy
merciless, pa-leazze
fluttered big wet talking eyes
like pools of blue honey
getting it zigged zagged
hard against a redraw mouth
throttling fluted gullet
while eager throat gasps
a symphonic music of the spheres
in relentless staccato chokes
lovin her big devil **** splashing
all gym built wonder-boy
a litter of ****** and tongues
licking pig greedy
rapturous milkshake waterfalls

whimpering
mmmmmm
oooh big daddy
oh my ****** god
pillar of colossus
you Tunisian donut you
pierce me like a spoon
through summer guava


who screams like that eating lunch
but a half ate apricot?

better than a football game
I'd rather take her greek
more fun than math or small talk
preferable to a pat on the back at work
or a ridged procession at a funeral

oh beautiful dark fig
squatting crotch candy
bubbling tapioca ***
queen of
spun sugar **** 
all pyrotechnics
and fluttering sinews

if you asked most
do they watch ****
they'd grow smug like a senator
or punch you in the mouth
outwardly high-minded
refusing the blessing of a
video **** parade
of pirouetting vaginas
and glistening areolas
for the glory
of the secret ******* ceremony

the *** moralists
only good for a secret ******
living their lives
with passions submerged
and nothing to confess
except for guilty offerings
as they wander through dreamland shopping malls
wanting to know
Victorias ***** little secret
seduced
but not caressed
by
a mouthpiece for castrated dreams

I'll eat you
while you eat me
and
whoever has a mouth left
gets the last bite
:O

it’s a rainy day
and all i can think of is
God watching me disapprovingly
brushing your pink soft feet
against my wet mouth and nostrils
entranced by the smooth curve of your arches

is that spiritual, i wonder
adoring their scent
admiring the cotton fluff
from your socks
white as angels
soft as indigo silk
floating like little puff clouds
on your shapely pinkish toes

your red nails
remind me of ****** daggers
while i bleed troupes of silvered tears upon them

a Christian sacrifice?
or is it
a Satanic Black Arts Ritual
wanting to feel them slit my skin
because i love you so much?

i devote myself
that you may be so kind
as to step carelessly upon my face
like a treading wheel
pushing in my eye sockets and lips
like stones in dirt

i get down on my knees
and prostrate myself
while you place a light of the world cross
around my neck
and carve an incandecent pentagram
on my skull
to sanctify

what shall i do with this
spontaneous impulse of spirits hunger
so ardent

am i dammed
to love so much
red angel?

will you extend your pointed toes towards me
to receive my tremulous lips
and cleansing tears?

i’m ever yours,
killer
queen of love and pain

our eyes burn brightly
in the darkness of forms illusion
and shutter blind in the light of effulgent consciousness

to and fro we go
life and death
life and death
life and death

freed only from vexing yogas
when forms dream
yields delimitation

does it always have to be raining
all dark storms
and ****** tampons
little scalding knives
and ankle biting insects
while i get an *** whoopin
from the boogyman?

do i have to be desolated
depressed
like OCDeeed
with a garnish of cancer
and hemorrhoids?

must i be feelin
like a rotten corpse in carnival hell
livin
in a prehistoric asylum
made of poops and dust  
or can i just be happily *****
in a deranged sort of way?

do i
need to be thinkin
a tight cord
your throat
feet flexed
the feminine yield
pink and taught
pulsating orifice
face down
lucid breath
out of my ****** mind

do i?
:)