Silently
You creep along the tangent to my tongue
Begone
Your tracks tingle and force me to scratch
Don't look back
Your thatch bends to the shape of my wavelength
Sensation
My nerves detach and burst into climax
My senses collapse
Consciences dispatch
Gone with your touch
Imagination
Misconception
Fabrication
Self decepcion
Disolation
Indigestion
Suppuration [bad word] With a [bad word] Blue juices coze out
Your muscles stimulate my taste buds
The flavours amass
My visions start to clash
I've conquered you at last
Sickening molts unwrap buds
Thought circuits start to lag
Everything leaves me nauseous
But I've conquered you at last