Freed Her Lips

'oh daddy' just don't hurry; wash it off 'oh look dad' and pig kinky 'pink flying piggy your finger, arcs the sky' as one finger moves it back against, i see my back against the wall and a beautiful woman or the hand of the nymph her water- where it swims pushing hard against her heart up closer, full and wide between and freed her lips they milk the sky feathered out and made of glass crystals of the light i see and after i smell it i taste it a caged bird she made of me and inbetween it my/why love i lay you now in sleep so sweet green hay and soft hay it is sweeter than the moon inside her gown she is the ocean deep in silence let it sleep; is it in her poetry sexy momma, each azimuth can you see the air i taste the air or smell the air or not.