Cornucopia

Sexed up
messed up

gorging myself on your body
eating through my emotions
to get to you

through

the tough exterior of your facial expression.

Through

the distant lying repression.
In your eyes.

Don’t you like the texture of my mouth sliding
the slurp of my saliva spreading
the sip of my tongue swallowing . . .
Do you suffer the feel of your cock swelling
the wetness of my pussy smearing
an insisting storm of my, or is um

it

that

you don’t like your cock?

I’m sexed up
you’re messed up

overeating me too quickly
stuffing yourself on my sanity
to get to you.