Saturday, May 13, 2017

Let Us Out.

He breathes and
I want
That freshly pushed sound
To enter into-
Me.

Smashed up against
Darkness, and,
With eyes closed
Slit the wrists of restraint
Sucking in the muse-
Hip first.

The rumble of ooze, is
Drawing on reserves
Of too much time dealt in blows
That flooded gate
Burning.

Open your arms, You
That I may inhale your Masculinity-
Pheromone first. And slice you open
To let Us out.
Deserved.