February 3, 2019

Clown butter massage

What is this? A trap I set, I said she says
Woke up in the wrong house again and again
All those flies above my head

Into my face a clown butter
Cum on desire immediate a laughing desire is
Right there and wants you to believe in its power
Teamwork is me in a mirror
With whose button on my tongue
Their vision asks my pupil
And I accept, sticky sap in me
A stickiness that ensures proper play, a pressure succinctly massages
Into the softening of tension
An emoted solvent
Trickery in how my face can massage what you want it to