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Click herewhen i suck your dick i feel the
volume and texture of your gush;
what you ate; what you think is true;
whether you're fucking someone else.
i sense your
mother's hair; the slow onset of
your madness; that your grandmother's
lover was her younger brother.
i taste lost
seas, dying suns, tails of comets,
quantum bits of memory - that
unnamed girl who still burns in you.
i see those
you may father – those from before -
stretching eons to horizons –
recapitulated, foretold.
i swallow
a universe; but it's your cock
my lips are craving – it's your seed
that i am dying to receive.
Very hot. I never thought my cumming could be so tell-tale! But I suppose we are pretty vulnerable when we finally let go...
and I mirror the sentiment of others. This is good.
This poem, like a mouthful of sperm, contains huge number of ideas in a small space. I just felt one more sweep through the language would have improved it, and occasionally your usually adroit sense of rhythm escapes you. I hope you don't mind me saying so--I really enjoyed the poem.
... the idea of eons crammed into one space, one time, one act. Beautiful.