Fuck Like My Blood Is Pumping With Snake Venom

My heart
sometimes a sparkling pool
in the hidden meadow
is currently the color of pinot noir

I want to wrap my legs around your dreams
fix my eyes into your hall of mirrors
and dig my nails into your resolve
until the fierceness is barely restrained
pulsing just under the surface

Pin my throat with your gaze alone
as I simulate surrender for one second
allowing you to harness my madness
before I change

I want to scream into the heart of a lion
make love to 1000 goats
dream like a disillusioned martyr
and fuck like my blood is pumping with snake venom

I’m so alive
my own pulse
burns with the battery acid of consciousness
Come to me
Be the light to my darkness
The air to my fire
Sooth my volition
Let me breath again

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