Friday, March 25, 2016


Sex with me. Not fuck. Not mate. Not cuddle. Sex!
Strip me down. Tear off my clothes. Then claw your way through my skin. Dig in your teeth so deep that you manage to carve out my bones. 

Sex with me. The hollow vacuum that I am. Moan with the screams that resound inside my head. Hold down my demons and thrust in unison with their cult ceremonies.
Eat me out. Watch me sprout from my own leftover.

Orgasm! Orgasm, burst and make me whole. Or, shudder into a million fragments and become one with my nothingness.

Sex with me. Please.

- Akshay

( Painting by Georgia o'Keeffe)

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