midmoon

If ever I was your demon lover
Would you willingly wail for me
Insensed in incens’d cedarn cavern
Over all of your newfound loves
Would I be the taste you long for
In the very back of your softened mouth
As mine yearned to ache arch or move
Mute molding among along alonging
A carven of pleasure lined with corduroy
Creeping deep inside to rub forthing
Lamp wicking a lick of lip lines locked
Releasing increased imprisoned spirits
I would give you all my wishes,
Mine have been granted
Simply in the holding of you
And your sweet taste returning to my lips

So to escape in cases cased in sugar
A solid state of stately erections
I frill the wind to wind my way
Through grills of sinuous frills
Loose lips loving laugh lines
Careful artful exotic tongues
With fickle fateful fitting fingers
Caressing frets and hidden strings
Moving in about around the topic
Till the treble tremble fever flu flow
Of a swollen sacred river
Awashes awish away o’er me
So to it I am home again
My place of your wild ride.
In excitement reciting
Kubla’s lost kabbalah
A guilty taste of cardamom
Reminds me to rewind
Or forget all to restarting
So we can have tonight
All over end over end over end
Never forever after all
Again and again and again