Post Coitus Rock

Skin and eyes.
Skinny skinny.
Naturally glamorous. So
naturally glamorous. 

A couple cold
hammers. A bag
of cut hair. Say
fuck a lot. Shades
of Dorian Gray. 

So in like
in lost in
you like
a talking
cornfield. 

So close
your
eyes. Explaining
colors
to the blind. 

Every gesture.
God, licking
and spit
gently. Could
groan forever.