What Are You Willing To Do

You,
using your tongue on me
like you're trying to create the earth's 8th wonder.
I'll be the Red Sea and with your lips to my lips,
asunder.
Lightning,
lightning usually follows the thunder.
So Marvel me Thor,
put your face in it
like you're carving yourself into Mount Rushmore.
Use that pretty mouth of yours
for what it was meant,
on bended knee
repent.
This body is a temple
so praise the god in me.
No blasphemy,
just bask in me--
these are healing waters.
Call me John cause I baptize,
tip the ship until we capsize
but baby
don't be afraid to drown.
Just slowly inhale and exhale in it like you need to woosah stress,
then bless your meal and eat like you've been malnourished.
I do wonders for health,
I'm the taste of good fortune and wealth.
That's right
I am the cure,
organic and pure.
nature's protection.
I have nothing to mask
but if you ask,
yes,
yes you can wrap my legs around your face
to prevent the Corona.
But eventually
you will need to build that boat, Jonah--
there's a flood up ahead.
and like I said,
don't dread,
just
sink deep
til you sip zinc
from my pink meat.
Yeah baby you like it raw.
You're a carnivore,
and this is what you go carnal for,
this is what you beg karma for,
do onto others as you want done unto you,
right?


So come with it Ike,
you and I
we don't gotta fight
I want the whole cake and the batter.
love's got nothing to do with this--
it's a fucking matter.
You got me hammered to nail
but I like to screw mine,
I want you supine
so I can spit shine
anointing oils all over the head.
Slide you to the edge of the bed
and bless you.
Be the new pope you confess to,
look me in the eyes
and watch as I restore hope.
Or we can play Muppets
and you be the Kermit in the back of Ms. Piggy's throat.
Slow wind til I choke,
deep stroke til I croak,
if I die, I die.
I've already signed over my DNR-- do not resist.
There will be no throwing of any towels,
I want to be on top of your moans
and under your growls.
Penetrate
until you perforate
my inner cheek.
Do it just right
work up my appetite,
you got me craving a nutty snack.
Slow kisses to the sack
as I grip them from the back.
You taste like,
like the kind of revolution they don't want to televise.
Like the antidote,
the antidote they try hard to neutralize.
You savor the flavor of social change.
Nigga,
this must be that,
that Dick Gregory
or abolished slavery.
Baby,
I'll suck the activist out of you,
leave lasting marks
be your Rosa Parks
I want at the front of your bust.
Plus,
I didn't hear a bell.
Ring tonsils
til we quell.
It's time to make freedom come.
So soldier
on your feet at full attention,
blast off that built up tension
right here
about
face.
Violate all 6 ft of this space
to kiss it,
kiss it better.
I'm tired of this
quarantine dreamin'
I'm ready to feed you cream pies,
while taking shots of your semen.