SUGARPLUM
On those sleepless nights With beating heart I am interrupted By the odourless taste of your cum
MISREAD
Still, the agony of time I come to grudge the taste of your return on my lips
STILL
Still, the agony of time I come to grudge the taste of your return on my lips
THE TASTE OF ENDLESS FRUIT
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
DEFLOWERED
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
THE ANCHORAGE
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
Unleavened Bread
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
With Soft Breath
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
