Spluttering Vocalities

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I doubt his attention
to the finest of details;
With his eyes closed in travel,
& I, in gripped control..
Someone's gotta be in control
right?
Randomness..yes, I'd call it
that;
(I know, just how he likes to
go)
Comfortably numb,
Spluttering hot splatterings
matching his vocalities, are others.

But that's ok being random;
Makes for beautiful parchment to
show off on his victorious return
from marauding across various
territories of my parched skin;
His eyes aglow in wonderment
at first sight;
Indeed,
I do paint a great picture