Stack me into your sunken body. Stack me like your card playing hobby. 


Wriggle and writhe, hands five in five. Grapple my visage, pause for slippage. 


Gasp into me like it’s practice. Gasp into me with malice. Gasp into me like your lungs are precious. Golden with wrought. 

Bounded without disruption, mounded from consumption.

Presume this is endless. Sample my tongue, sample my virtue. Dampen my best, prevent my egress. 


Handle my spine in furrowed twists. Handle my ferocity, my restlessness. 


Eject me from uncertain clasping.

Eject me into a certain passing.