Slam-Sexed

I wanna be slam sexed

to be tricked and booked

and shocked and cooked

I wanna be pimped by the lastest open mics

to be ready and prepped and wet for sessions at an utterance

thinking more than one way to nakedness

sounds to pen-y-trait so deep

to evoke whistles and oohs and aaahhhs

craving the real height of word-orgasm

and from the front and the rear..in..my..ear

so evil to leave me perusing

I am so enticed by your pertinacious ways

ideas creepin and creepin like wavelike muscular contractions of the alimentary canal

tubular structures where contents are forced onward toward the opening

everything you say is just so perfect

even when it's bullshit

rhythm schemes like easy water-flow

flooded with your memories to make my own

and then leave me panting

talkin 'bout damn he was good

Natirah