Saint Mozart

 
I kill your condom
in the name of God
in order for you
to breathe some cum
build on my belly
A creamy castle for my dick
danger to slip
my holy lip
make it easy to play
with my pink crust of thing.

I wish your desire
is not feeling cold
cause in that case
you don’t have to worry
I’m preparing for you
a condom from gold.

I now see your eyes are red
your heart booms a lot
my hole gets expanded
feels like it’s gonna be torn
but I don’t care at all
I have the tools to sew it back
I know all the prayers
for stuff like that.

I’ll call saint Mozart
whose tongue is a drug
each moment he licks
my glorious arse
he is composing my squeeze
and sex-full melodies
are coming out again
from my sweet little thing.


**poem written for mrs Jen comp "sex ritual".

ps: no offence for Mozart. I play with the title of his song “Leck mich im Arsch”(Lick me in the arse) that was thought to be a party piece for his friends.