Body Pulse

To be eaten out,

ravaged and lavished

wicked tongues upon me,

alive again,

if I can recall it correctly,

for a moment’s breath,

close my eyes

with sighs

of awe and mortality,

pressed,

without remorse,

against the carpeted walls

and hardwood floors,

hallowed spaces

of earthen measure.

Your hot

heavy

liquid breaths quicken,

lapping up my juicy innocence,

sucking me free,

taking me home,

well at least harkening me back to my normative

supernatural state,

the sanctuary haven where I belong,

pouring my inhibitions out like

Michigan drizzle in July,

Im soaking down your albatross mouth,

you crave so harsh

and filthy

my dripping pleasure

for you to swallow

like carnal carnivals,

whiskey stings,

buzzing,

pulsing,

erotic vibrations

pound the walls of your skull

within a butterfly within your skull

and back again,

orgasm gasps,

clawing the air with fuck motions

and rolling oceans,

teeth on tits,

drinking me down dirty,

leaving marks

of taste and

time it takes for

me to forget

my brains

demons howling low,

scratching my insides,

and the pain he broke through

on my brittle bones.

But,

I knew

you could

tenderly etch

new patterns,

maybe melodies

of lips to hips,

each curve

entangled with

your hurricane hands,

oh so gently,

for a moment,

if you could

bare to slow

it down a measure,

cut time in

half with

a silver salty spoon,

run tips of fingers

over the arches

of my neck’s horizon,

shoulder lines

that quiver slightly

in delight,

breasts that tremble

at the thought,

the belly

that hungers

deep for thrusts

incarnate,

sex energy all the way up the spine,

to the head and explode,

and back down again,

womb to toes

quaking in the

wake of you,

round me lay and wait,

give and take me

with force then

supple pulses,

mouth brushes my

ear in whispered tones

as I melt toward you

with a moan that oozes out of me

by surprise,

tumbling together forward,

begging hard,

slippery slopes,

caves and poundings,

tight screams,

ride me with thick cocks,

fingers and hands and teeth,

fuck me gentle and smooth and rough and vamp,

between the sunrise,

through the cum and the pain and the

earth,

through the water and moonlight,

the carpenters, the wenches at the doorstep,

mousetraps and beetles and rock bands with

bad publicists,

lanterns and foreshadowing divine.

I want you all in,

all of you between my veins and bones and blood,

fill me up with the beast in you,

then begin again.