baby, all our fronts should touch,
at. all. times. and you should: wrap your fingers
into my hair and yank. me. down.
maybe, bite down on me when you find out
that it turns me to liquid. we'll ingest
everything in our pockets. get full.
(a delicious gloom of nicotine will enfold us)
and I will spit, mad poetry and
twist hard, around whatever you place
between my knees. and you will
push your dick up against me and
whisper; " f u c k . " every few hours.