Ey These Neon Nights Tumble Around On My Black And White Film Please Excuse Me For Being An Animal Tonight. Poem by jerome moore

I miss your hair and deeply crave it all over the place,
even if you cut it like a boy I will find a new way to miss it.
I need your feet they are always there when I reach,
Its no fetish.
Just wait, Its terrible i can't focus I crave you.
I was invited to this indian joint spicy spicy spicy oh I'm Blushing!

For some strange obscure but not all that pliable reason I want to summersault
all over your place and make out with you on the fire escape and fucc you all over the elevator, pardon me for sounding like an animal.

charming? I also feel like breaking glass.
Darling if i had the pleasure of being with you at this precise moment I would take you
softly and eat up the satine that cloaks your thighs then softly explore the reaches all walks of your body, everything and all and roll and roll around and around beneath the temple of your bedsheets completely naked before you touching and fighting to breath sweating and gasping whispering and clawing and friction and becoming lost deep completely.

Feel my palms on your knees, I am barely touching your thighs, my chest melted and molded to your breasts and we are like a carousel lit up at sun set spinning around around like wild tenor nights under the canopy of southern stars and ether, we are sweating like crazy, can you feel my sex its big purple and throbbing erect feeling satiated eating up your soft prickly skin with its perfume and my tongue lolling and dancing in your mouth like a hummingbird you feel it like a blue bird in your ribs, there is fire in your belly.and each time out fleshy tongues touch my sex rests at yours barely spreading your lotus honey...
Please excuse me for being an animal tonight.

This is terrible gone if i was with you Id explain and applaud, laugh at that if you will I am silly and want you.

I will slowly revel in you like thousands of tiny feathers finding a place to rest.

If I was in your presence at this precise moment I would unravel, like come undone.