I taste your lip gloss
Each time our lips cross.
Oh, I enjoy,
I crave your hardness,
To tame, to harness,
My good, good boy.

I lace you tightly,
I love you slightly,
My gorgeous man.
The living artwork,
Guggenheim, New York.
You want. I can.

Erotic object.
Hypnotic project.
I vote “To be”
And take you slower,
Over and over,
Till you take me.

December 2018