Rosy Rum Cheeks

[Warning: Contains Mild Mature Content]

Thy breasts that have held us together
Have streamed within its blood, a milk vessel
A sweet fluid of the opaque white—
A wine of drunkenness for the unquenchable thirst.

It is the silver moon that marries into the motionless stars
Hanging titillatingly, with its flavored nib, summoning.
It is the wetted caress of tongue upon its tenderness,
That steals the lucidity of this bearer's mind.

These eyes that have seen what these hands have done,
Gather in the church of their constellated hunger.
While with wild desire and rampant thrusts,
The final ache of release, relieves.