Fingers
Your fingers turned 90 degrees,
while still inside me,
From root to tip 360 degrees
hiding sunshine from my flower,
within my cesspool of agony
your fingers swim,
Im thinking that they have found a home
and they can breathe again,
fingers that caressed my mothers cheeks
each line created represents the amount of times you have taking me fishing,
fishing for salt water cum,
whiskey and rum
on your breath,
Stanky penis on mine,
instrumental flutes
play the lowdown melody,
keep playing,
penetrate and smother all of its holes,
and it will eventually play,
you will eventually hear an old mans groan
in the dark,
never knew flutes could produce semen,
never stopped dreaming,
Dreaming of lopsided fingers
moving ,
a constant
pain,
a constant
saying:
You better make me cum Girl
or it will be your funeral.
I welcome dirty Fingers
to an entry way of dirty dreams,
life aint always what it seems,
screams, turn moans into symphonies of pleasantries, And

Just like i know men,
i know all types of fingers,
the ones who jerk and sway,
the ones who start beautiful ,
but end rough,
the ones who go soft when they've had enough,
Fingers are stolen Innocents,
blanket crowns,
crushed pelvis's,
Dead children,
fingers are moments
running free
from every dead hope inside of me,
at times i use this finger
to penetrate my lover,
she doesn't know
that her pleasure were once my pain...
that her moans were once my gasps