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,

your choice…..