You’re just too cute when you’re rolling
Chatty Cathy candy raver you
In your condition
My dumbest definitions taste like divination
When your lips bat them back at me
It must be the Ecstasy
And blue batted eyes try my Chastity
(the prison guard that slumps inside of me).

Why should I prize my walled-off thighs
When I know you would roll me deep inside
With thumb and tongue, knowing and lithe, and
Scatter all the centurions of my self-control
I watch your pelvis twist and coil
And it moves me, merry-maker, to mirror
You, sensuous know-it-all, silly thing,
This supple madness of your rush.