Her Poem by Her Pot

All the flesh you see there
Pulp thighs,
Grip and whip fellow into double shares
Stable in her fears
In her bliss
In her every breath
Girllll lets those puppies fly,
And disturb and dance and be complimentary
Crowned up in lace, up to asphyxiating his face
Heart back there with an appetite for a spider silk bond
Twirl in there, revel in the skip of the beat
Never forget to boost on treats
With every season change, an initial novel.
And you,
You chronic burning, cherished smelling, candle lit home
A home no soul could juice. Entirely smit and sting
Awfully transparent with such a vulgarized box
Lusty vultures of the night
Sweet dreams come so cheap
You think
You feel
You love
Loved
Born for peace in the pacific
Bellyful
Coat so thin over a life so promising
All the flesh you see there
Sooner or later, one with nothing