About michael. And it's graphic.

[westerndemise]

if only you knew
what i'd do to you
and put your body through.

I'd postmodernly tear you down
Be the center-ring clown
Dancing to your moaning sound

Move down from the lips
Suck on the nips
Rip the flesh from your hips.

Tickle the thighs
Feel your blood pressure rise
Become more intent by the sighs.

Now the bush of barbed wire
Where there is no pleasure higher
And ice becomes fire

Dig my nose in between
Til its my name that you scream
where to you it would seem

That it could get no better
But the plum head gets wetter,
Scarlet, even, like the letter.

Tongue down the side
To my wish you abide
Hope of protest has died.

Your rubies on my tongue
This much passion so young
Screaming songs never sung

"Never before!" you swear
Hands tight in my hair
Has a man brought you there.

As I finger the moon
I find it, quite soon,
Hot like the sun of noon.

Uttering consonants and vowels
Chin up, expelling howls
Head twisting like an owl's

Your whole self, it convulses
On my palate, I feel pulses
Of holy impulses

Ush'ring the end of the story
Me covered in love's glory
Like a miner from the quarry.