Testo After Clothes

I'm loosening the tightest overcoat

Unzipping curtains just to hide the show

Cloth openings are getting wider now

Rip off the fibers that contain it all


Her nectarines rub my face

I couldn't hardly wait to taste

Sometimes we'd bury half the moon

(with only air we'd drink in)

She moves up and flutters moth-like

With broken bodies all night

We conquer everything we knew


Her aching skin longs to encompass me

Our melting flesh drips over satin sheets

Her shapes and curves are all I ever need

I bless her lips before I set her free