Slang Tongue Won The War

 
 
Like a satirist
pulverising  the thoughts
that lie at the base
of  cognition,  

 stolen  

castrated meaning,   buried
beneath polypetanous flowers.
 
Painted,  pouty lips  
red  
make droplets appear

Stained
 gullet sucking,  drips  
from your pouch  
 
You crave
more from  the make believe
queen  
of your gluttony  
 
Strip her  
to bare flesh,  probe
 the corners  of her existence  
Castrate her
motivation  to leave  
 
Electrodes clipped,  

cinched,  

tighter

 wires run
 from nipple to brain  
Dutiful hostess.  mind numbing obedience  
 
Shaving every gram
 of who she is  
to burn
 in the pyre

Penetration
 fuels your addiction  
 That wet sugary sustenance  
that coats  
Eyes  
glazed over with erogenous  
scents
 you bundle to use  
as  smudge
 for your environment  
 
It lingers turning
 you
Inside out  
She's gone  
The  desire to suffocate her
 flesh,  
to ingest  
her fluid will never leave