Profane Poem by Himani Singh

Kiss the profane
Then lick it nice, real nice
Smooth, dripping, soaking wet
Honey, the ripples ah! the ripples
I'd watch you do that
Over and over and over again
You hold the moss in your hands
Your teeth are bloody
I wonder if you like it that way
Honey, what do you see?
The water holds no lies
It numbs your veins
Come out baby, about time you did
Oh, why don't you?
I promise I'll be discreet
You'll never hear his name.