Torch my words with your kindness, as I hike upward and downward/ falling towards the ground to catch my breath.
lead me to the fountain where I can place my hands on the pipes where I’ll journey from underneath my un/ kind thoughts of comforting words.
Smell the roses/ taste the sweetness of his berries and enjoy the comfort of her womb.
place my heart in the middle
of the sexes and join me in their celebration of moving sexual freedom from the mask.
Mask me in her smell as I dance on the small part of his back.
I ooze with the whiteness of sticky juice running down my thigh
kisses of great love that has no mask to hide behind
confuse my love with the dirty darkness of miss guided religion belief
And join me in the sexual freedom from behind the mask…
Embrace all the juices of God’s great lovers let the movement of sexual love travel through your fingers and join me in the search for the truest love.
