Taste My Clusterfuck

A Poem

Taste my clusterfuck
tantalizing trick of trepidation

every conglomerate of the palate
configured in a morsel that melts
into your inner tongue.

I want to be backwash
second-hand thoughts
come in your mind
while you’re working

feel your breath constrict
as you pick your favorite
position to have me.

Smell me
scented musk

jasmine
bourbon burn
amber desires
rise to the occasion
of what to do with me later.

Tricking that divine bud
to receive nectar
onto your primed mouth.

Be the reciprocal
for this immense orgasm

let us shake the coils
of this mattress
and soil it with our aftermath.

Smell my essence
underneath your nose
bearded curls demand