from 14 smoking chimney stacks

[Steve]

here is what i want to say
that i know i will never say,
the thumb print
the warm eve flesh print
at the end of your columbian thighs
kissing
your moaning wagner
in the heaven hues
of the street light
in the grass
at midnight

mouth ope`
church organ pipe
exhaling notated prayer
in b flat

i'm giving
the sermon
so just lay back
against dew grass
shinin` diamonds
strewn around

you

gasp for air
lungs filled by air
as thick as
dawn wet cotton
eyes
reaching down
pursing optic lips
kiss my cheek

i leave the
sea down podium
to come up for air.

here is what i want to say
that we shouldn't settle for someday.



*again sorry for the alignment, its so much better lined up correctly

[jen]

yay oral sex!

i like everything about this one, minus the "sea down podium" line cause it makes me uncomfortable. but you're all about making people uncomfortable, so.

[Steve]

lol, thank you, oral sex is fun to write about!