I was gonna ask why my heart heartedly pumps..
for smells that turn faces,
sweet scents of shit and sex intertwined to infiltrate me,
honey dripped, sweat and filth,
syrup heavy,
humidity in the air, dirt and sticky
smooth and silky to skin like mud,
trudge so guilt-ed grudgingly through that muck,
stretch to reach those hands that pluck, that fruit so fair, so fresh, so fuck
so fantasies are filled with slurping, slick lick tongue firm guided through flesh,
coated fully,
liquid salted lovely,
embracing humanities touch,
devils or dios excited with raunch.
Explicit remembering, erotic entrenched,
finger tips tracing,
sex fog sniff, lips reach, tongue breach
oil skin gleam, hearts, lungs, diaphragm pulse breath, scream
unable to keep up with the excitement,
muscles contract,
heaven blessed tantric enlightenment.
