Picture Klimt "The Kiss" 1907-8

of all the thangs, that cover me
it's human stains, that i yearn to be
drenched in, baby follow me........

(see this is where time flies and he catches me slipping)
(see all he had to do is ask me about my eyes, say something bout’ my mind)
(see give me his ear and a little of his time, his hands were firm smelt like a man)
(see his teeth were so happy and smiling at me, offering paradise fulfilling means)
(see I heard it between those words, smiles, laughs, baby I’m gon make U luv me)

Ok back to the poem

I think of bodies tangled
Mangled in juices flowing
Your upper thigh holding my bottom thigh
Pressed chest to chest
And the sky cries
Purple blue sapphire
Pulling my arms high
Cupping meaty desire
As I sink into you
Twisted vines growing
Into shadows in time
Grinding inner to the core
Yes the source of life
It is calling you home
And you journey long
And swift determined
Home
One twenty
One twenty
One twenty
Our hearts beat to
Souls crying and lost
Bumping and humping to connect
Making mates
Can you feel it?
Ow baby can you feel it?
Blooming brought out senses
And our colours mixing’
Yours skin calls out to me
Midnight
For shadowed dreams
Of bodies in motion
With elegance in my stance
Striking poses in this dance
Of hitting switches
Gripping each side of my spine
Death takes over my mind
Slow death, slow
You hold me like a new born child
Whose return and left her smile
Death finds you buried
In my chest searching
For heaven
Bending into you
I have no choice
We explode and families grow
No matter…….
Lips hotly dry
Despite the tears from my eyes
Never knew lust
Could feel just as good as love
Brotha your male principle
Spreads me like butter over toast
Opening
Growing
Swelling…you go
So deep and so low
Our lips meet tongue to cheek
You suck life from me
And I open
Effortlessly
As the colour green
Spring free reaching for
Growing for
Arms curled locking mid way stations
In place and you lick your plate
Clean so clean
Cheer teams dream
Of moves like this
Up and around and flip
I cover you warmth
Turns your red to blue
Deep under hills of motion
I travel flicking the backdoor wide
He is shy
And I have always been good at ping-pong
I mock his earlier strides
When rides were upright
And his moan covers my dome
Which only encourage
More
Death comes swift
And I take every inch
Drenched
Us both
With life processing stench
Covered in glistening drains
And the remains of human stains
And my goodness
If he isn’t my soul mate
He sure feels like he is………..