I want to abort, contort you through my
Lucid, I see life moving in you, abstract
forms growing, showing me underneath….
Veins, peek, greet me….
I run my hand through your crimson waters,
touching bone, licking lips, tracing tips….
You harden, pleasing me….
I watch you change, eyes dyed, foot printing
steps back to the living….
You crawl to taste me, to fill
what lays beneath…
On acid trips, skin ripples,
Heaven spills as I play with
demons and angels, both
fucking me in manly pinks, my flesh
I twirl my tongue around you, uncovering
what you keep so neatly tucked away….
Don’t be scared now, for I hold the key
to your soul, either angelic or darkness,