Tasty

Slumped over in a dust,
oozing in the cradle of her train,
he's rolling down her logs,
lolling beneath her belly,
his crown ticklish, a broken egg -
flushing.
"It's beauty", he thinks.
Back in the forest,
she hands him a cupful of tears,
something like stiff air swells his lungs.
His palms push against her plexus -
feeling her tremble-
birthing rumbles in his shadow-y chest.
My digits boom and burn with zesty effusion -
soaring in her molecular mountains- a weightless leafy -
again within her dirty lips, I take another,
sip from her bloody fired vessel.
Swishing down the throat, a lump whisks in liquid - washed around its licked in the mouth of a veiny rats tail -
gunky, trashy, sooty.
This filth licks all crevice.
It coats and comforts her.
Squirming in the fingers of her celest, he strangles, and submits.
What darkness! How I misunderstand you!
He guffaws swallowing more lumps.
Nervously pulling an apple from his beige pocket he bumps and
bites into the green luscious fruit.
A million fruit flies rushing his bite,
his fish-like tongue splashes mercilessly,
reveling in the sinewy buds -
how delicious are these crunchy folds,
of scaly, of skein.