I will spread your legs apart
Like East and West
Your centre is an alter
Made to receive my worship.
My hungry fingers will search
and return sated, bathe and
dripping with colorless mucus
from your pink pawpaw.

I will hear your throat trumpet
discordant notes
like broken cords

Should I continue?
Do you want to be eaten?
I will explore your interior
harbouring secrets of the gods.
My tongue, the seducer,
wielding the magic wand
will turn you to jelly.

I will watch you moan
and rope your legs around my neck
when I unlock the secrets of your desires, my beard soaked
with the tears between your legs.


© Julius Topohozin