Fiery Veins

My blood it pumps.
Jumps to the rhythm of your soul,
A rhythmic pulse beyond my control,
Took just a finger to make my bell toll,
Just smile and I will follow.

You blew me away with a kiss.
Struck upon my face like a velvet fist,
Enshrouded my heart with a golden mist,
Fired an erotic arrow into my soul
Then gave it a twist.

Oh lord it’s hot.
At the smile on your face I threw in my lot,
Drunk in your embrace like I’m some old sot,
Passion like burning sulphur in my veins, beginning to clot,
Oh man she’s hot!

And now she’s mine.
Sends icicles shivering down my spine,
Prickles my skin like I’m encased in needles of pine,
She’s my goddess and I have her enshrined,
Become drunk on her moon shine.

Drunk on her every night.
Drink of her, think of her, drink her every night,
Alcoholically hazy before her spiritual might,
Unsteady in thought when she enters my sight,
I drink her, I think her, I funk her at night.

See my pleasure reach it’s head.
Weak at the knees at words she said,
Weep out seed into her sweet bed,
Seep softly into sleep beside her head,
Moan softly as our lips wed.

My blood it pumps .
My heart it jumps .
You have my dish-rag body now,
You are my sacred cow.
Sacrificed or sanctified.
Satisfied.

MUDCROW
JUNE 19 1999.



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