…clinging to the shadow of old schizophrenia
addicted to bones and ozone’s of your heart
coveting your soul way down south
between your thighs rattling cock in hand
of this sterile cuckoo sliding down the
hypotenuse arching your back
stuck in time humping mouse in your shack
A sensual and mystical piece.
Something quite forbidding about it.
Almost like a guilty pleasure.
An enlightening read. x
I write different style, usually, dark, sensual or erotic…nerver fearing words.