I’m the ghostwriter
Of your wet dreams
Your contentedness
Will be my publicity
Pecking at your inner thigh
Your leg is cataclysmic
You’re incapacitated from
All this imprisoned electricity
You kissing me
So explicitly
Fully exposed
I honor your indecency
You’re on fire it’s contagious
Burning me alive
Your body set to the warmest frequency
Snatching your head back
I don’t know if it’s
Me being animalistic
Or the freak in me
Suck both parts of your breasts
Equally
Until I turn you on
To the maximum degree
Our clothes scattered everywhere
They turned into useless debris
As sweet as can be
The corridor of fruitions
Directly leads through me
You’re at peace
When I whisper harmony
In your ear
As gentle as a lullaby
Contorting through your cocoon
