Rachel In A Certain Mood (By Rachel)

Glued together you and me, From breakfast 'til it's time for tea, With mouth to mouth And mouth to lips And mouth to mouth And mouth to tips...... Magnets built into your skin Draw me closer draws me in, Slip-dee-doodle, holy glide It is warm and moist inside. Roaming, turning, sly retreat Mount a charge with no defeat. Ask me not if he will bend When he hits the very end Though the signal sounds to leave Glandulars, a short reprieve, Mix of silver and of pale Throbs of current on a sail Walls are trembling, hood is squeezed Androgens now wildly teased, Glitter, gobble, glorious glue Pawing cheeks and breaching you, Slow suspension of all sense Whiff of clorox, souls to cleanse. Circumotion, no conditions Wet and wondrous repetitions, Sleep will come to silent lips As they guard their precious tips. © Rachel and Mate 2008