Unopened Male Can you imagine: The funky mess you never left me in � A fantasia that leads me on: The tempera wash on charcoal That I would paint with you. I am Unopened Male: Hot sweet milk not spilled In primate abandon On a black silk Persian prayer mat. White male juice highlighting raven�s wing, Spent jet trash in the valley of night, Lost pearls on black velvet (Discolouring, unbalancing ) Your perfect, perfumed monochrome scheme. Sensuous glue bonds me to you, Sticking together kohl filigreed wings That soar, Leaving musk, lingering That will never, altogether Disappear. Sweet Shiva! How I wanted That lush defilement, and just a Prick Of blood - To complete this Snow Child ensemble. Do you wish to fuck me? Yes. With total voracity, Fill you to capacity And then, a little later � Love you tender, in a way No-one has Or will. Now; do you understand why this male remains Unopened? Back to Index Home Sweet Home Sign the Book |
|