new squish

Pretty different from my last one

Even softer and cool to the touch

Extended in a wrap around porch

And shaped like cupid in grown form

I’m living in my own world just swimming in brain

If asked a question I’m interrupted

I thought I was alone

But she’s right here right against my face

She asks to spit in my mouth

Just a little I wish she’d wait or join my 

Slow boil dream but she’s sprinting and frying like

She’s being chased and it’s a compliment

Hot oil splutter 

I thank goodness for thigh and hope new soft 

Can become holy