i am my own evil genius
of self-pleasure
in that complex world
od desire
you are the hologram
of delight
you
are good at some things
better at others
and delicious in
so many ways
the ying and yang
of pleasure
you drive me to the edge
in a cadalac on a banked track
and out of my mouth comes
baby
as in
baby, baby
my eyes roll
and your image owns the screen
the flutter
and the mystery of passion