When and Where. Lost Maybe? Or Tommorrow...

Paralyzed soundless Hum of Deep Forest, Cums, Rolling Lusty From some hidden cord of your Mouth. Raspy, High, Raspy, Raspy Your voice is sweetly molesting the air, As Bouncing Creeping Numbness Squirms into my Hand. And Then Something Else Like a Tiger Clawing every Nerve on its Way to my Soul. Or Something Like Giving Birth to God In my Groin. I Laugh Involuntarily and Sudden, Green Eyes Turning to Daggers, And Realizing, Harshly, I Completely Ruin Everything. Flipping, You Start to Speak, But I Slap one Numb Hand over, And You Begin to Chew, Eyes Turning Hard as Jade, (And Maybe There’s Blood?) But still I Do not Stop or Retract And You look Like you Hate me for Half a Second, But Then Its all Licks and Puppy Like Till Rainbow Semen Fills the Air. Outside the Neighbors Wash their Van And a Dog plays with a Shrub of Some Sort… (That Dog… It’s a Strange One.) -Thend-