'We-in-our-ache-shun' (reincarnation)... A Leasing Static/Poetikmind  collaboration

 
   
    
A healing pause of thought,    
Or maybe fucking myself/    
again, cause I'm not even    
sure if you’ll even read this,    
usually my breaths    
go unnoticed ||    
so here it goes something,    
nothing, maybe everything ;    
   
I’ll wear your shadings    
underneath til twined rightfully    
in place, to co-exist with fluent    
strands of you    
   
between philosophies infused    
with mêlées and `vulgar erotic    
fumes; I lay in quietude stuffing    
myself with thoughts of you /    
softly hard / slowly deep    
   
simultaneously projecting kisses    
to your scarred skin and irises;      
to let you know how much it's    
gonna hurt to ache within my    
depths, but I need you to take    
this: wet constricting,    
concealing,    
convoking strangulation    
with my thighs swathed and    
bounded around you / refusing    
to let go,    
   
I‘ll feed you substances from    
my vibrational Tibetan body;/    
over stand that my wants have    
transpired into something else,    
since being constantly dispelled    
from hearts    
   
now I’ve nothing left to offer    
but coated blood tinged    
stroked honey; still,    
I promise not to deny the veins    
of your psalms    
   
what im trying to say is show me    
your strange, something different...    
   
   
It's more about showin'    
you somethin' different    
so why would it be   strange    
If you could feel my want    
   
This ache of soul...    
to feed of your substance,    
that sticky sweet molten desire,    
to crawl inside of you, to dine    
on the bones of oft times    
rejection...    
   
To quell the ache of climax    
at it's pinnacle of lustful insanity    
to quiet the cries of this lonely    
heart...    
   
So beg for my rod of hunger    
as it pledges 'blood ties' unto    
your salacious honey coated    
walls...    
   
to be my reflection of  belief    
that you are my psalms unto    
which I supplicate to...