Post Coitus Rock

Skin and eyes.
Skinny skinny.
Naturally glamorous. So
Naturally glamorous.

A couple cold
Hammers. A bag
Of cut hair. Say
Fuck a lot. Shades
Of Dorian Gray.

So in like
In lost in
You like
A talking
Cornfield.

So close
Your
Eyes. Explaining
Colors
To the blind.

Every gesture.
God, licking
And spit
Gently. Could
Groan forever.