my mouth is dry and I’m walking in reverse

my soul is dark and cold just like a hearse

I’m wallowing

in

in

in

vivid pictures of the past

you and I

pop culture paintings on the wall

of lines detailing images

of pulp, juice and skin, skin, skin

so sweet it courses through my veins

enticing me again

that hypnotic pulp, juice and skin, skin, skin

I hold it firmly in my hand

It’s super thick and slightly tanned

I stroke it gently at the base

It’s ripe now and ready for me to taste

that life-giving pulp, juice and skin, skin, skin

I feel it deep inside my soul

without it I’m only half and not a whole

so thirsty without that pulp, juice and skin, skin, skin

lay down and take off all your clothes

I whisper stories never ever told

you drench me until I never thirst again

I need an unlimited supply of your

pulp, juice and skin, skin, skin

treat me as if I’m at the bar

fill my glass until I’m drunk

a thousand sheets flailing against the wind

I want to drown so deep in your

pulp

juice

and

skin

skin

skin

grant my wish until I rest

I don’t want more and certainly not less

just what’s sufficiently your best

kick my cravings to the curb

beat this yearning off my chest

make me howl just like the crest

of raging waves against the shore

okay I lied I do want more

of what you have inside your store

house of love

give in to me until I’m done

until the battle has been won

until my breathing settles in

I love you and your

pulp, juice and

skin

skin

skin

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