Lovescent

I’ve got my beesting inside your g-string.

I’ve known you inside out since you’ve known everything.

I need you nice and greasy; brown like sugar or the shade of feces.

Can I go urine diving betwixt the legs of my favorite species?

Ask politely in that helium frequency you’re tuned to.

Introduce me to the STD I’ll grow immune to.

Your hellbent lovescent is a permanent fixture.

Soon grace and fart will be a permanent mixture.

Reviews

[Meredith Leigh]

This is, different. Aha, but interesting. Good job! Keep writing.

- Kriss