FETISH

FETISH

With your high-heel tongue and red toe nails
Twisted hips and snakeskin scales
We greased our palms on rubber tiles
Wore the same plastic smiles
Come, kiss the whip, nest of youth
As the viper drips its sweaty filth
Tread my face into your breast
My phantom, I, want your sex

Those leather boots and corset ribs
In-soul, crutch-less, painted lips
Come on lick my fishnet face
And rip your pubic plastic lace
COME, knotted, touch my parts
Tie a rope across my heart
With lipstick scent of rock and soul
Lets hold hands and then let go

Thigh-high lovers, chained and locked
In waiders’ wore those strutting cocks
Breath your cold fetish breath
Take me close to fake death
Let’s hold hands across this bed
With cuffs, pierced gold capulets
Joined by skin and finger tips
I’ll be a stud on your strap-clips

Go deeper still and down below
Before the end off all we know
On buckled chest your stiletto
Crack the whip and seed will sow
Let’s cross our thighs, bite my lips
Put your studded strap across my hips
Walk on my hopes and ride my dreams
I will not tell. I will not scream.

Thigh-high lovers, chained and locked
waider wearing strutting cocks
Breath your cold fetish breath
Take me closer to a fake death
Let’s hold hands across this bed
With cuffs, pierced gold capulets
Joined by skin and finger tips
I’ll be a stud on your strap-clips


c: the dogbreathes 2011


DW KIRBY [e-mail]