Fire-eater

(Source: iconportland, via f-e-r-a-l-deactivated20130428)

my chest is tight my knees are dizzy I have to blow

out air to cool the many me’s

you’ve created from all this heat

this must be what being turned on

finally feels like and

really

means let’s try. let’s never mind the

temptations swimming inside of us

if we/he uses

a condom or not

because I want you

I want to… to bring you out to me I want to

grow my tongue long

enough longer

than the nile

river to lick you

I want to cum

out crop -circles of twenty-four karat

surrender

(to our assured diamond life) there is no name for fabric woven

tightly, that would describe the texture of your organs

all I know is

I want in them.

And then: The way

you stand so

mean the syrupy

hate

that fills you up

all spry suspended

into

f-words and shaking fists

begging

me

to go

to stay

and then under protection of your arms and hair and then to sit with

your tummy on top to arch my face back

so our filth can fall

into our mouths

our nose every hole our eyes a vision I

wanted

a fever and got it

from a heart-attack at your sight on the porch that night that told

me to take you and your book home I wanted merely to temporarily

bend

myself like latex smelting strong and solid under

the small soft and round of your curves

But now it’s all grown,

and I want to watch your expressions change over days and

I want to

spin

my lips around

you

so

that I’m just

an

e x t e n s i o n

of your limbs, let me be your body

for a minute

so I can feel what it’s like so

beautiful to be

so ready

so willing so writhing to

show you what my

-Worship-

means

My Queen.

our nipples, our lips need to be on us like tough whispers

over our jawlines

and smelling necks

and now it’s on please I’ll be the baby that you know you only want

from me, please

give me the pacifier, I’ll be it if only so

I can suck on that part of your

d o m i n a n c e

you like it lead me deep er how ever

wherever you need

I absolve my ego here

dancing lying down like this

painting pictures of yes’s

with these orifices

while you whip my cream into the dreams

you’re hungry

for

I hope you eat

imaginative things

when I’m absent

but not forgotten you’ve rewired my brain ‘s pathways with a

graze I gaze at

you like a column

a contour you’ve

structured holding me up holding you

down

so you can fuck me harder into into your future

our heaven I

can now only see hell’s antiques from here in heaven’s

GRACE

with your name

on every piece like every piece of

my body that misses you when you’re with him like

right now I’m

dreaming of: pushing my penis’ pearls up into you jealously

but I must step back and this really must be how my magic turns

black for every ass

you tap is just my excuse but O’ holy night might

mind miner mine’s my

Mighty has to penitently

apologize for my prying into your Christmas present/past

because you sure aren’t mine and

because, anyway

I can’t keep your soul in here(touches chest)

so I shouldn’t try

choking, sequestered from the lungs

that have helped you survive and still serve you well in quick,

short breaths, I guess.

And I want to thank you for being patient with me. But breathe deep

with me long for me.

I need to take my hard nipples and red heart and

press them bloody up

against your tonsils past your tongue to your lungs so

maybe then you will

understand how much of me is yours

and

If you kill me after we’ve taken our breaths,

I will have lived just fine.

Goodnight.

(via theredsungiant)

downlo:

A useful rape analogy

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road-kill:

Wow. Epic.

(Source: roadkill-gallery, via entangledroots)