. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Sunday, July 12, 2020

And Quick


She wearing thick lips red
and wet
snarling a snake's ruddy breath in bed sheets
and thread
glowing moans bridges and chorus
rock
hips rock
and fingers roam
would I taste the spit swelling tongue she licks
would I taste her warm fur spread and split
she finds me fast
spun
she finishes me cruel
and quick.

TA
Image: Arnulf Rainer