she moves her mouth
wet lip chatter and eating
it makes me think
of her pinkish vagina lips
and her tender warm cheeked rectum
urethral delicate opening
the anus eye
her pipsqueak fig staring

a dark vulnerable miasma
it is the shape of gods 3rd eye

a material correspondence
to the heavens
not the sky that whistles through canyons
but the astral worlds of angelic's
a thanksgiving feast
of rebuked back door paradise
a glistening hemic muscle
vomiting stormy air
for my throbbing nightingale protuberance.

as it swells imperious balls
and raptures tight waving spasm's
from long smooth canoe strokes
squirting succotash and tadpoles
into her velvet manic stench
banana booth
chapel of anus

and greedy ache
smothers gloriously
this melodic snake
in her one eyed doll head

she smiles
i need it in the ass

and i asked
as it winked a drivel

dark floret
do you love me?