Bimini Twist

or, "Crescent Moon Rising"

 

Your brunchtime meal is transcendental;

and your night owl talons,

pancontinental.

My favorite code is our shared patois;

and love how your dick belongs

(only to moi.)

We the internat'l school surrounded by Jews;

we eat the same curry and we

wear the same shoes.

Our madness is shared, and so is our sickness;

and love how you make me come

hard with a quickness.

Your face in my chest and your hands up my ass;

your head made of stone and

your brain made of glass.

My only known place is the warmth of your lap;

and adore how you make me to squirt

(and to nap.)

We the Mouth and its riptide, the bluff and its bugs;

we live for each other but we stay for
the floods.

Our happy needs no one, just only to smother;

and I never would ever trade you

for another.