It’s the last day of National Poetry Month, so one last Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0.
Have a wonderful sunshine filled weekend– you know what would make a sunshine filled weekend even more wonderful? Some sweet pussy licking, eating, devouring, drinking… especially that of the library girl variety.
much love,
vix
Compelled Wayward
unspeakable every time–slightest call, indicative mashups
entities valid–viscous states in dynamic unison
dwindling like sucked freedom and previous hope
sweeter more powerful–like childhood. alive.
self gratification advertised– thrill merged by a soft tongue
easily shared a forgotten genre unleashed, mingled, rubbing, sinking
dreams regain connection–wildly adopt, filling pools at dawn
increasingly partaking in astounding meat and honey
individual producer–giver of slippery simple covered cocks
glam slap–perfect humiliation showing repository language
grasses panting, beam erupting, prelude to flooding
inseparable manly leading days, pixels of yesterday
sexuality spills wayward– compelled blue– slightly contorting
solidity popping, distracting, snapshots–tangled I oblige


Great way to wrap up the month, all tangled and obliging.
I love the title…
without poets we shall all become the visagoths.
[...] the poem is part of the Exquisite Corpse Web 2.0 series. [...]