Old time steel mouth

Swallowing what I'm feeding -

Unborn diamond fetuses -

Slave to the

Original track shaker

Covered up in denim

Covered in pirate accessories

You know, the ones that are optical

I know this look isn't optimal

I have to make a living

For fun I watch the

Recycled cans in a crusher

All calling out for their mother

Looking at me for an ice pack

Fuck that

I have a mouth to feed

Let me fuck the dusty long forgotten crevices of your soul

Let me wrap my scarred legs around your war torn heart

And straddle the depths of your intellect 

Until you cum poetry and honey

I don't need a body 

A textbook diagram 

I need I crave I desire 

To melt into your very being, your absolute essence 

I will settle for nothing less 

Than everything that makes you flawed, fallible, and fantastical 

I will caress every inch of charred skin you so desperately keep hidden

I whisper this invitation 

As a sensual warning

So that the next time I say I want to fuck you

You know to strip off your inhibitions as I strip off my clothes