Orgasm
between a moon and werewolves
cutout angles of paper machelashing out with their eyes, like machete bladesthey dialate in the violet dim, they violate, and play my veins like violinsi smile in silencepure cane sugar coated salivadripping out the mouth, every ounce of shynessrighteous cocaine to my unclear sinus, lit propane, it's on fire like nitrousunder starlit cypress, the highest isolated islandit's dark in this midnight hour science, devouring me, deflowering my iriseye of the tigresshome alone... where they told me not to try this
From Letras Mania