the energy of sexual innovation

[godlovesme2]

We document minutes fragile and unearthed
the mind is a sponge of sexual growth
caressing the skin atop and between
forgetting the rest though the rest were
obscene
down past the arched rainbow of bone
covering the spine with the flesh of the
palm
it pokes at the nerves and follows them
down-
where the tasteless regain strength
in the tongue and the mouth.
bite down baby gritty into an appetite
fit for the palate of the eyes void of vision
and calculate the minute, the precision
of the sixty seconds of documented instances
pressing the ground like a two ton collision
and give way to the sound of the yourself.