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…