Octopuss

it feels like he
has four hands
at least a few

tongues while

i lose track of
time of what
parts are his

and are mine
 
i surrender to
the pleasure
he brings me

let myself go

slowly drift off
float like clouds

in slow motion

he is merciless
takes me further
over mountains

angelical fields

until i reach my
peak shatter into

vulvanic avalanches