deeper because
For Caleb
I feel deeper because of you,
each splash of your tongue on my system
soaking through the car seat pores.
The top shelf behind my belly button dizzy
somersaults when my inner voice is yours
speaking about thrust, licking, all day.
My pants warmer and my phone loud for
two hands of freedom, for letting
gushing flow when I bubble over,
fingers pruney, toe muscles and cockpit cramps.
There is scantily a word for when
you’ve rubbed until it’s see-through,
carving such a valley, peering over the edge –
one can almost make out my base.
Horror Sleaze Trash 