Journal Entry #204
Here We Are
Tonight... the majesty of your walls will succumb to the call of a higher power.
If I lick you, up and down, 'til you understood how impossible you are to love improperly:
Is the tip of my tongue in the grip of your thighs prejudice, or prophecy?
I have never died: Though I slow-dance with reincarnation whenever orgasm ripples it's way through your body,
Then dives itself, flailing, and wild, into the well of my throat.
When I split you open, like a scalpel slowly...precise...
When the abundance of my jaw overtakes the pulsing of your wallsI will press forward, and swallow the bounty of your juices whole;
Let your waters billow in the space of my gums like clouds of smoke
This moonlit dance of drenched baptism and oceanic phenomena;
Heavenly concert of quivering bodies, panting...hot, beneath the weight of another heavy orgasm:
Have you ever had lips milked so thoroughly your body forgot how to be the body?
Had lips, like lidocaine, press numb into your breast, while your soul palpitated and crumbled beneath a choir of tastebud, or a levee of new moisture?
..Am I asking too many questions?...I would rather you bend over.
And when thick of my tongue hits the back of your holy
The soft pulp of your G-spot will bear the inscription of my name,
And any man attempting to enter will know that God has already been,
If your womb is home....I believe the house of God in need of redecoration.
I will trace crucifix along your pussy lips, song of Solomon 7:9 into your clitoris: "May your mouth be the sweetest wine.
May this wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth..."
There is spiritual symmetry in how deeply you will be digested.
Genesis, Chapter 1 Verse 2:
"Darkness loomed over the face of the deep, and the spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters."
There is symmetry in the infinite swallow of this vacuum mouth taking everything once innocent in you out.
Look me in the eyes while you are hollowed.
Remember my face.
Recollect it in your sleep,
Think about it every time you consider talking shit.
This is where the tempo changes.
Where your body learns to speak new language only the strongest of strokes could teach.
Do not speak a WORD, unless you are given permission.
I want you to slip into something a little more comfortable...like...a coma.
The kind of euphoria that could only be explained
When followed by your body into earth-shattering orgasm, and near-endless sleep.
And what are we, if not this?
What am I, if not a vessel for oiling your body up and down?
Oil is already my country's favorite excuse to wage unnecessary war,
And I am nothing but a product of my environment.
I will penetrate you until the stars realign in your eyes.
Til' your pupils dilate wide as the ocean I seek to drown in.
Til your stiffened back, and shaking palms remember my name,
Until your hips memorize the curling of my jaw
God..blew the breath of life.. into the dust
And...now, here, we are.
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