I want sex in several languages
and a beginner's god on training wheels.
My horse breaks in a broken circle.
Two lips and brown eyes,
the story goes a circle; stomp, stomp.
The wide world goes
and round the teaser comes.
It's dark out and the hole is hungry,
so you stuff it just to shut it up.
Sex is come and go; all gone.
but who knows,
the petty stars may someday
grace the page.
Delinquent violets trigger my tongue.
Grovel faced in a tilted Diner,
stirring my coffee, the lead ego grunts.
You scare me wide eyed man.
The tongue in my ear
comes back on you teaser
like laughter in the breaking day.