testing one-two, testing one-two,
testing testicles for terrible time-stopping
tarantulas
in blood and pubic hair.
secrete nonsense
words
from pores the shape of candy
hearts and
moan your way to the top with
sincerity. kiss
sweet ejaculate
of trust from my lips to yours babycake,
that's just the way it is.
the thing is we're just forever foreplay
because never will we peak,
never will we climax indefinitely
unless we take the shape of those wave orgasms
and ride out the god sightings until death.