I felt it warm and wet as the path was drawn,
winding down the fragile folds you worried
your way into.
Destroy my hoard of composure
Pleas of please hammer your ears
along with the insides of my thighs
as your face strokes along the silken road.
You've discovered what's been waiting.
It's always been here
seething, like glimmering fingerlings,
caught in a fishing net.
Boil the calm surface of the pond you swim in
You've broken into my Aladdin's cavern
of precious baubles, the most valuable
caught in your teeth and teased by your tongue.
Take care of it.
This is what you've waked from slumber
and now you must sing it into a choral symphony