Fingers

You were dressed in nothing but yourself; i was drenched;
a burning cherry drowned in champagne; the bubbles sang
in heads and dreamers; your breasts seemed supple; firm;
and you were dressed in nothing but yourself; i was awed;
a swishing of liquids; a gulp of saliva; we made our resolves;
so like a siren's song; you drew me to you; drawing sigils in
the air; your heart was outstretched; and i felt your body;
drool and doodle; fingers and friction; my breasts against
yours; and i felt my vagina; our vaginae contract and - -

explode.

I was dressed in shame; but you were dressed in yourself;
you kept telling me drink drink drink; and the lines wore
thin; the boundaries 'tween us disappeared; where there
were no more of us; but lips and screws and yes and cum;
that nipples could be twaddled with spanners; curiosity
could lead to experiments; to chocolate; to gagging; to sin;
that cathedrals should implode; as if such wrongs could
be right; the droll and doodle; these fingers and friction;
it's almost fiction; that i can no more worship these - - -

palisades.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:09 pm