Post Coitus Rock

Post Coitus Rock
Skin and eyes.
Skinny skinny.
Naturally glamorous. So
Naturally glamorous.
A couple cold
Hammers. A bag
Of cut hair. Say
Fuck a lot. Shades
Of Dorian Gray.
So in like
In lost in
You like
A talking
Cornfield.
So close
Your
Eyes. Explaining
Colors
To the blind.
Every gesture.
God, licking
And spit
Gently. Could
Groan forever.