A stretch mark scar pulled wrinkle tight dry white clitoris sensitive though the first layer of nerves has been pruned back with searing metal. Not to deaden but to enliven; To awaken the flesh beneath that is not yet desensitized to touch (tongue warmth breath) like the head of an uncircumcised penis. It is sex presented in the same manner that my lungs desperately shunt oxygen to the blood-crack looking glasses of my eyes. The purple stock cinematic 1. curve of a breast beneath the tricep nipple half-pinched, quiet, and dirt pink; microcosms and micro-orgasms supernova in bright muscles inside (inside). There is a point when "fuck" turns into "sadness." When love reaches into the heart of your sex, hooks into and lays open your flesh flayed displayed and quivering under the oh O chemical burn. When your hydrogen tumbled into me, carrying with it the shame of a disobedient orgasm, sex pulled me from the inside out like a warm sock out of the dryer. Pour me a glass of gasoline and let's light this fucker up.
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Good fuckin' poem or, to be more precise, good poem about fuckin'. I write about everything from politics to my dog Snuffy to the Infinite realm of the Unified Field. I have never written a fuck poem because I have not, until now, understood fucking. Oh, and I don't believe the truths derived "in canibus veritas."