CLIMAX PILL

Take me at your own risk
And let me be your narcoleptic narcotic
Of screaming impaired double vision climax
Your sweet deviation of cataplexy sexual seizures
Slurping you into slurred speech of subdued context

Clutch your legs with pre-cream conditions
Then play me back to experience me in renditions
Ignore your conscience pleading you to leave this bad habit be
I am the hot delirium that makes your pussy convulse and hallucinate
You are not crazy when you hear talking voices from between your legs

Midnight whispers that break you off in your sleep
Hot flashes as your body thrashes, fucking my shadow to sleep
Through the idiomatic actor inside of you indoctrinate yourself repeatedly with me
Oppressed silhouettes in dream state, exploit your nights as you find sexual freedom
Wet windowpane invisible images of me, your sweet rain man you Kegel me like your hand

You see, I am your Sexsensual psycho Eros Therapist
Disabling your paranoia feeding multiple-orgasmic cornucopia
Chills run deep with orgasm-amphetamine that squirts compulsively
Substance abuse screams with tactile twitches of Schizophrenic pussy lips
I am your body’s perfectionist, as I stroke you; you are habitually addicted to me

PURPLE PUSSY BLUES

She is electric guitar string legs
Wrapped around juke joint smoke
Dancing on Love Street in black sweat
Purple pussy rhythms on a mahogany stick
She is corn whiskey strong Chicago cold syrup thick

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”

She’s my drunk drum-set, beaded doorway blues
Beating black molasses asses, thick as cold syrup
She is the epitome, my midnight song
Black snake moan bring it home
She is the sensuous suck
Amorphously contorting me
She is everything I can’t hold

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”

She is southern vertical lips
My Miss Mississippi moonshine
Tantalizing ass
Eyes open wide
When I lick it from behind
She is sweet liquefied
Ceaseless
Sanctified satisfaction
When she throws’ it back
I might change my last name
To her last name
Just call me
Mr. Jackson

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”