Pussy-Licker: Soul-Drinker

Pussy-Licker: Soul-Drinker

look
at the state of the bed
we destroyed it,
it's sodden with sweat and juices,
smell the aroma of our bodies together,
it's a fug-haze in the air,
in my nostrils, in my brain,
I love what we're doing together...

this wine we share
is warm and red
as menstrual blood,
here,
I trickle it down your thigh
in a rivulet
rippling your pussy,
let my tongue follow it
and drink your soul...

by Tristan Trotsky