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Mood Swing #15: Un-Complicate Me

     
Mixed was her mood         
As she cradled my sac seeking food         
For thought         
            
It was         
A private conversation         
She sought         
            
To carbon-date me inside her mouth         
Suck up my Ancestry         
Through my tomb-stoned phallus         
Burying me balls deep         
            
God-dammit         
          
She shed the fantastical          
And came at me with that low-down blue collar        
Get bizzy 'round the way woman type shit          
Made me dizzy          
Had my loins hard in a hissy-fit          
          
And she would fit me          
Between her lips...clench my hips          
Edge the tip          
Of my swollen mass          
Beyond her tempting tonsil          
I couldn't help but seep further down         
Her esophagus...    
     
My sarcophagus         
            
Her      
Spoken Tongue          
Hung me out me to dry          
Spry and Spirited          
She knew exactly what she was doing          
          
Moody yet methodical          
She moved me into a space          
As she read the sexual anguish dancing    
Over my face        
        
Oh yeah        
        
She sucked me damn good        
Like alcohol from her favorite wood        
And I would fill her with        
The clarity of her long awaited        
Homecoming    
     
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 12th Feb 2023
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