i want to run to the skies that cry bloodthirsty mercy
i want to be ambigious and make promiscuous love
nature crawls from vivacious folds of the canopy
in a jungle that bawls with barrels of laughter
a symphony that's as good as the liquour
flesh thighs open with the wound of intercourse
tenderness wets it's lips with salty ambition
omit the moans of agonizing pleasure
orgasms from the dystopia of deadly decay
shapley anagrams from mammary glands
cause us to flicker and wade in the cess pool
of gross
gorgeous
grotesque sins
i want to fall in lust with torn faces
i want
to be
mega
supreme
cosmic
hit ignorance in the jaw and cause chaos
infinite entropy through constant loss of ethics
oh how glorious our garden would be to be in forever lush...
