--- I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed. --- Beck


hot damn
you'd never call me suave
just the way i

like it

call me gentleman pervert
bad little boy

they're both inside

but not this puttin' the moves on type of thing
the verge
of debonair
of machismo machinations
of givin' it to her
of making her come
of -- oh, i don't know,
what else do they do?

i'd have more fun
twirling you curling you
twisting you insisting you
falling off the bed
then giving head
on my knees
until a foot falls asleep

or i'd become awkward and self-conscious
about this head thing i'm giving
it's really something else,
a gurgle, a sly mumble
tornado volcano
flood hurricane
one leg in the air
(with the shakes)
my face disappears inside you
i tickle you
bellybutton����foot
indent your nipple

i want to kiss you
badly
kissing is good
kissing you is good
hot damn

i sort of spin you around

don't i?

didn't you once say -
memory fragrant dance through old evenings -
i could do anything i wanted?
rhetorical, still fevered,
the way you told me:
"you could do anything to me
and i'd enjoy it"

what more could you say?

i serve a higher purpose,
i am a conduit to your abandon

i could trip over my own tongue
and you'd quiver -
anything, you said

my fingers stretch away from each other
grab handfuls of you
spread you spear you
slip into you����we shine

this foot is a beaut!

i'm gaga going agog
look out i've just now
done away with
the silliness of politesse
and the politeness of silly
both����hot damn!

turn up the heat����just breathe
i'm going to����then
i'm going to����you want me
to����and
that too
say it

a boy needs reassurance
a man a dark wood

shh! stay still
they'll not find us, wench

my foot's asleep