Wangle Djinn

Hey, you’re my whole beautiful world,
keeping us both dry in the storm,
all foxy and hot with that other nutty good rot,
now, spread them wide, baby,
so I can heave my bursting rocks!

Mercy, you’re my healing and soothing medicine,
holding us under the sun from toxic darkness,
everything sweet and nice of stupid emotional spice,
okay, roll that delicious slab over, honey,
for my curious tongue to further roam!

We’re against the rest who oppose our love,
between us is the entire right in their wrong,
nobody is able to stop what we have become,
only getting stronger the more that they try,
feeling a way through never listening to anyone!

Safe during many fierce saturations of chill,
while you simply need to warm us again,
mighty lives forced below violent waves,
just dance and sing until rising even higher,
barely draped before a cheering audience!

Taken across these sacred washes of juicy breath,
rapturously humped and probed nearly to death,
busy stroking and attacking nasty exposed hearts,
licking dry barren surfaces bringing rain to deserts,
hope is stark infirmity because we plunge success!