photo credit: Ryan-o tasting the insides of arms || playing fingers in the garden spines are tickled by tongues unleashed in passion’s simmer stars shatter in the sky from the force of new creation it is pulling us down it is pulling us down spiral necks hugs || lips caress || fingers kiss ||what can it be tell me what this magic is || that has us bent like paperclips are you trying to fuck me || or fuck me up do you want to make love to me || or make me love you please || choose | what you are doing is more | than sex do not be so tender | do not so savor me only engage my body he is pulling me in he is pulling me in spiral worked so hard || dont know where night went now breath aches so || as it is spent 4 a.m. and they’re still at it needing that sugar sweet tooth like smack addicts what will happen now is for time to unfold they are pulling they are pulling she is crying he smiles spiral