by Morgan Lucas Schuldt
In this surround, above the downs,
are my kind of live.
An mmhmm her
Cherry get, if gotten you be.
Otherhow unhindered by the things
of me. Things like: junk-hold lungs,
bouts with be, the umm-hush & long static of kinda can.
Are twenty-six flavors of -elicious
& what-if’s head-fuck nagging blood-back for more
cream & rush, heave & shush––
dirt-back glares having some pull over the percentages.
No tut-tut strut, no lapse in gush. Just holier than wow –
an old-fashioned dumb-lovely ahh yes! suitable for basking.
Sheer towardness, raredear, I’d sky-write
a surrender for.
Little red likelihooded
I lust so much.
~~[From THIS RECORDING]