in agony of pleasure. i crumble to my knees. i lick your frozen treasure. you cup my furry bees. but one bee bubbles over. your fleshy brimming cup. it falls into the clover.
Sucking on a tap that never dries,. could you take it right between your eyes?. Bending blood, bending blood,. the father stood, the fathers hood.. Like shadows of an acid bird,.