You like the sensations of it
to slide nails over your breasts
and play with your nipples,
to let drops fall into my mouth
like that time of the month.
You're much older than me,
like a mother which teach a child;
matures it like a cheese
which is put on the sandwhich
I make you every day.
- - - - -
Then you woke up again
and remembered it was a dream
we shared in sleep tonight.
I was inside the cave of the basils
and you were next to me.
I noticed you, and they spoke
of their guardiansship
for they are of the protectorates.
of all the works of art
which are still in the making.
I asked them about it -
It matters not for the copyrights
or the hats you put on
they agreed - for it's like dinner
you wait until its done.
"We trained them"
There for the infernal hounds
they watch everything
but never take what's not served:
the demons nightmare.
It wants and it wants:
For all hacks; there is no jump
or shade of colour for it
It's not published - into chase
they make them away.
Then we stripped naked.
A man then made appearance
He noticed both our scars
"It would have been worse
if not for us to guard"
- - - - -
Then we made love
which was a cup of chaufet
I made it for both of you.
Then we went home again
and I slept inside you.
There to understand
the Ogdoads to not get past
but only to be shown:
Heaven it is below Thy Feet
to watch the Temple above. |