Poetic Orgasms

by codebllack

It’s 9:10 am in the morning

and I’m thinking of fucking you

I was looking at my aching hands

Oh the bones I’d cracked to write you poetry

Now the craters are bleeding lust for you

There are seven octillion atoms in my body

and each one of them wants to give birth

to a new universe

every time you touch me

Howl my name to the moon

Put your teeth between my legs

with your fingers, trace the veins on my breasts

Goddamit,

The girl you now sleep with

Can grab your gonad

But my poetry will give you orgasms.

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