I could tell by the look of him
That I’d have him
Dream whore and the matador
Before he knew he could fight a bull
With a single look I snagged him
Our filthy hands can wash one another,
my eyes told him
With a single look I snagged him
Call me the modern day Siren
I can make you feel
the sensation of touch
without laying hands
on your body
But brace yourself
for when I do touch you
The laws of gravity
won’t be clear
The rules that govern your body
won’t be there
The shackles that limit your reality,
a thing of yesteryear
But you will be bound,
spellbound
By the gates of consciousness
your orgasms lay bare
I’ll introduce you to versions
of yourself long unknown
The mask, the man, the matador
Metaphor melting into realty
Orgasms on the kitchen floor
All of this is real
All of this is you
All you have to do is
Allow yourself to feel