Paralyzing Foreplay

Tangled hotly in cork-screwed
sheets,

I gaze into your jonesin blue
corneas

and-- startled-- find...

starving pupils dance with shadows I can't settle
into,

a nose digs in the stench that haunts each
toe,

and thirsty lips caress my toes
wetly, but...

the teeth-- unhinge my nerve-- I tremble to see them rip
keratin to shrapnel,

and the tongue's hunger frightens me in its undulating
jive.

Cringing, I watch
my whole body letting you eat my toenails.