Hour 14: Cock.
read it like a scripture,
and tore up the pages,
set sights on the red horizons,
and has his body on my mind.
The last few lines, injected me with pleasure,
he ruled every letter for every word, from out of my timid mouth,
it went…
soft caverns:
my last prayer was for him to punish me senseless,
but he loved me too much, he couldn’t empty himself into my violet chambers.
he whispered it’d be indecent and he wanted to keep me pure, whatever that meant.
he was a marvel, enigmatic savior of my blackened sky,
hetero-deity, washed his skin in apple vinegar, he would linger and speak me senseless,
his ideas cascaded like weed and unsmoked cigarettes, with their scent and my indecision,
i levitated with every tepid warning from my body,
to be indecent meant to rule the kingdom, I was desirous, but not just for flesh.
say it’s long, say it’s ugly, say it’s impure
say it beautiful, say it mingling in the desperate spot,
he fought his way into smoke city, fucked all who were capable of pure power,
and in the aftermath, I stood his test of time.
to be sublime and relentless, dispossessed of all claims,
I ruled the small lands, with his bated breath, I fought for warmth,
and his sweaty hands to cover me.
I knew fire, but not like this, I wished for everything to fit in one place,
and counted my blessing and stole demon’s from satan’s den,
and I dare not cause a scene, when discussing how much control he has on me and the world.
Some shape-shifting wolf in the forest, found the castle and upheld his desires,
to rule the world and create, out of habit, he made a claim to punish.
I want to punish the skies with his embrace, and laugh in his face,
and say his cock is the only beautiful thing about his body,
but those lies would cave us in and I’m dying for some sentiment from out of his godly mouth.