Demands

I demand it…
The Crest
the curve
the sweat.
And not for granted…
The nips
the nooks
the neck.
I will have it mine.
I’ll fill my mouth up with overproof
a little bitters,
ginger juice.
And drool as i engulf my prey
A fool would stop me while at play
A pool of sloppy scoffs to spray.
They chose the scotch,
now pant and watch.
Lets fuck and talk
Plan moves to make.
Aloof with passions.
Grooves to scape.
Assuming you’ve been briefed to date.
You know the rules,
but who’s to say.
Confused; the contradiction face
So you say when
and i’ll stop then;
until, the ride proceeds at pace.
Quick water break
resume the race.
Constrict if you allude to run
For i do not presume to chase.
I demand it.

~~Ganymede Rising