A uttered statement of communion is written in my soul
your tongue is driving below my belly
mowing neat feelings,
outcried my sweetness
it seems my ending,
but its just a pleasure howl.
Your light is my darkness
my flesh is your pledge,
I smell your thoughts,
your whorish madness,
while lifeblood rakes up in your bed.
And then everything turns whitish
with tingling sensations of whimming flood.
A silent laugh and bodies together in intimate sin
My true self is awaken, in wicked consumption
it's the beginning of what it has to be.