KISSING THE CEILING

The Telephone Rings And The God's Voice -

It Wavers...

A Rainbow Of Sparkage!

Imagine The Flavors!

I Fall To The Floor

As The God's Voice Makes Me Hard...

I Speak & I Listen

As Clothing We Discard...

I Lay On The Carpet As He Kisses The Ceiling...

While His Silent Brother Imagines The Feeling

Of All That The God's Voice Describes And Is Craving...

That Crucified Lust Is

What His Voice Is Saving...

With Stroking Of Tongue Against Roof And Our Thoughts -

The Stroke Of An Artisan In The Passion We Wrought.

© FEBRUARY 28, 2000 By Menes

-For Carlos-

Who's Oral Technique Is Astonishing!