Like Jack-the-Ripper, clenched, drenched of
One finger, or all at the same time?
Lips come together in a pout, smeared,
my orgasmic rush….
I wonder what I would taste like on your
Slip words in my mouth, demonic kiss…
Up against me, I want to feel you hard, needy…
Let me escape, dash for your cold, sickle,
dangle, just to catch colors in flusters…