Artist

This is what I do.

How can I make you understand
That sex to me is more than
An act,
It’s an art form that I live,

Breathe,

Exist in?

I step outside myself
Like an outer body experience
And enter your bloodstream like heroine
I fill your extremities
With a feeling
So good
You forget all the things
You’ve been taught
About decorum

I relish in the opportunity
To give you the
Exhilarating satisfaction
That you know you can only
Have so many times
Because you’re afraid that if it happens
Too often

You’ll use up,
Too fast

The preset number of orgasms
We’re allowed to have in one lifetime!

Allow me to subtract from your number

Because the ones you’ve had before
Have only been a waste

You’re doing yourself a disservice

Come with me
And experience


My artistry