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What She Wants

I want palms to rest soles like Psalms rests souls�
tongues speaking in tongues tongue-tying wrists to twist fingertips
and lips into spastic convulsions causing spasms of gasms
to drip droplets of opaque diamond water
from coal mines of cold minds

I want chattering teeth to shatter where sanity sleeps
lest sounds of shadows stutter mutters of jealousy
while touching my back without touching my back and
sweat steam watching sensuality teach
hands to taste and mouths to see

I want no bed
just there where love makes fire wet with
breath and flesh grinding heat marinates between hips and knees
seizing life with cream quenching dry throat screams
that soothes heads and tails alike

I want scorched walls to singe with envy,
burning floors to plead insanity,
windows blackened by the smoke of strokes amid
two blazing Black bodies to beg
for a glimpse of their astounding beauty

I want to feel Heaven burn
at the threshold of carnality
and cleanse in its mound of ashes
until I�m consumed in the
embers of the fire we made

I want blurred lines to fuck me
senseless where senses crave
endless benders
beyond missionary
carrying me passed desires
And giving me what I need�

to be loved