CONDUCTION

You come around with me
Everyday equipped with your tools of infection.
The schoolboy smile of
A fluffy innocence, brimming inside
A body of a young man. The tussling tan of your
Perfectly chiselled chest and my favourite, the microscopic
Hair matted over your nipples.
You smell impeccable.
But i know you have been rinsed in marijuana mist
Thinking you were the ultimate saint and dosed on your
Staple of rock music. Just few minutes before hugging me
You were arrested in surreal orgasms with the girl you love. She
Too comes now days with you, moving her snake like waist.
And you don’t need to speak ...because i see your saliva
Luxuriating her canal. Oaring currents of envy.
Till now, I have just been bored about having a dick
But after seeing her, my craving to arch a vagina grows more insane.
Touch me and my skin pores are seething like boilers...
I will carve it out tonight.
I will make it artistically with scented drum sticks. Sprinkle vermillion
And violets..you will see concentric lights.
Ultra white and luscious pinks. I shall sail to you
With pious waters from Kailash. Satchel full of Kailash’s leaves.
Smoke, grind and spit...
For the vagina I will architect tonight.