temple of a trillion touches...

let's go
to the temple
of a trillion touches

where I paint frescoes
in limbo,
on layers of luscious

on the perimeter
of her parameter

before I enter her,
before I ram and stir,
before I manhandle her,

fondling till friction
singe her pantyhose

and expose
a sonata

telling tales
of toccata

stroking the shell
till it fractures

brushing vertebrae
like braille
while my tongue slathers

slowly sliding,
out of sanity

tracing where
panties used to be

inhale,

and
get high off
her cannabis

boozing on broth
holding her
hands and wrists

gorging on gorgeousness

licking legs
before I lift them

and introduce the
densest substance
in the solar system

to the plushest
place on
the planet

after urging me
to lie in,
cayenne,

continue surgery,

set in a,
tsunami of stars,
reflect off my retina

arches and pillars,
where seal her

then open her doors,
penetrate her pores

that's why it's crutches
in the temple
of a trillion touches...