Tickle me with your goatee
From the concaves of my hips to the
Uphill of my buttocks
Lavish me with your kiss.
-then ravage me with your tongue
As my senses will evaporate into mist
wafted up towards your nostrils
Closing my eyes
Singing praises to the wind
Kneeling.
As I will pin you down,
And sow you into the ground
Plowing.
A gardener, that's what I am
I will Rake you with my fingers
From your skull down to your soul
cracking,
Breaking,
smitten!
Watch me shudder as the electricity
Run through my spine
Grow up my boy, and crawl into the unknown
I will see you get lost
As you will be searching my name
Into this wilderness,
Searching in vain
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