Wanna be free with me? Go to another high being and be as high as the Jesus and God we know to be,
If the skies can be down here with you, with you and me, would you let it sit here and converse as a person like a two way street?
Two ways are communication, communications of the waves.
Waves like the beaches, the beaches and their jizz. The jizz we witness is the orgasm of our limbs,
Jizz jizz jizz, what if we were to be wet all the time like the beaches and their waves? Like communication and these texts, like the two way streets we sexting.
Sex, oh dear god, don’t we all adore the stroke of another skin? Skins are tender, skins are pure, they speak voices that we may have never heard,
I’m envisioning this skin on mine, like the words to a story book, like the communication of our tongues. Oh dear god don’t we love a tongue.
Tongues, they are so sensual, so raw and so surreal. They just dangle and move, like the love of the soul, let progress right on through.
~ Rafaelina Siri