when we orgasm hard together no one's chatting there's no such thing as words the rest of human life is hyperactivity foreplay but sympathy is we're into one another we both know the universe knows
u were my prepubescent muse michaelangelo's david then i saw sonja but girls were other i thought fuck sculpture eureka! electra doesn't like that & honestly i get it oedipus fares no better there is no logos to poetry eireann is a shamrock slainte oz
i had a mate who was a fellow alien he suggested a foursome one of the most brilliant suggestions i've ever heard he reckoned "good bonding" to me it's a poem best in the imagining
i know how sensitive u are so am i that's a hard nut for ya fuckin tough being exceptional people expect miracles on tap miracles aren't like that & few can distinguish a talent from a gift
i love tough nuts i love to make em laugh coz in my own gooey way i'm a tough nut too we're both a bit punchy the Irishman & the Englishman & neither of us like sectarianism that's why i write poetry & u dance poetry aussie mates xx