Speak

I speak to you with care of counsel,

Insist you use a mindful muse as plaything.

Quips of sticks inside me strike,

like matches lit dark evenings.

Eat me like a starving man;

Lick the lines across my tan.

When I’m wet please tease me about it,

"This fruit that I eat it is soaking the sheets"

"So eager I consume it raw so sodden I could use a straw"

And blushed I will beg "Please take what you've sought"

Wrest me from prone and pull my panties to side.

From hole to tip to tip you slide.

My face contorts in ecstasy,

bashful of the pleasure hide.

Pin my wrist down to my sides.

Feast upon my tender neck

low close to ears which clearly hear.

I wanna see you look at me,

through mirrors I leer with bleery eyes.

So my hair you did pull; my back you did bend

as you muscled inside and I pushed back against.

We howled at the room and grinded together.

Releasing the anger and danger and fever.

Thrust into me and I’ll soak up your ether.

We'll put on a show that is older than theater.

The end is the same I am spent you are fresh.

The practical fetish, redemption through flesh.