Alchemisland

Covering in piercings and tats, your towering hair a follicle Babel’s tower suspended with red dax wax

You look more cybernetic synthetic than hot goth chick, elastic and made from disparate parts

Desperate measures for like times, I drink ten rum limes line them up twice fives until I park

Myself on your apartment couch, my comportment is impeccable, I pour my drinks three measurefuls but it’s done in mouthful

I part your sheet metal thighs and dive into your pleasure drive

Rhythm steady like it’s Stayin’ Alive, climax coming but I hold the line

I look down and see whites of eyes like you’re being exorcised

It’s good exercise, my fit bit indicates we did twelve miles sidewise

Feel the climber rise my spine the snake Yogic call divine.