Come here boy, my bitter cup of coffee
awake aromatic senses as I sip slowly your letters ‘bout love, lips, and sin
as my breath, boy, meets your fire, heating my desire, I feel your touch in my gut dispersing through my body, boy, like desperate darts, dashing by danger signs.
Deeper still, even your promise of promethean heat pleasures parts of my person that are punished, through politics of prayer.
Grinding your body, boy, like espresso beans yet your expression seems so cool- excuse my mocha flavored drool.