Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I want you
I want you to wake up in my cunt
I want you to yawn and bend and stretch
I want you to draw apart the curtains to my soul and
..............................................throw open the window
I want you to walk around and around in my cunt
...................................................until the sun comes out
I want you to say hi shake hands laugh cry sing dance shout
I want you to celebrate in with about without my cunt by for before during after
I want you to creep run doubt dither hover zither slurp and saunter
I want you to chill out hang out dial out roll out pig out speak out flat out
hitherto for thereafter
I want you to fail I want you to succeed I want you to falter
I want your doppelganger zeitgeist id and alter ego
in my cunt
I want your presence spirit psyche world possessions money home children enemies and aura
in my cunt
And when you are done I want you dusted and busted and fabulously gloriously re-
alusted
in my cunt
I want you to rest in my cunt with your head
.......................................on my breasts
I want your worst
I want your best
I want your testimony to my cunt
I want you unstressed impressed best dressed highly suggestible in my cunt
I want your whisperfest in my cunt
I want you defenceless and exhausted
I want you to fall asleep in my cunt
I want you to seep I want you to leap through dreams of every possible permutation and celebratory aspiration inspiration frustration altercation in my cunt
Don’t hurry
Don’t tarry
I want you to:
..................marry
my cunt