swollen

of all my senses,
nothing makes me hotter than scent.

engulf me, o stewardess of red-eyed glances and King Kong fantasies. taste knowledge without shadows and live your pleasures beyond digital-hauntings and quiet cat-calls. i am swollen from nostril to knee & nets come in many shapes and sizes.

p.s... i sat underneath the crescent moon last evening and it was you who lit the fire in my loins. maybe you saw....