If I could
only fall into a state of
unconsciousness where I know my clothes
don't exist and tentacles swarm inside of me
where I sleep to wake up to a puddle of vaporic
sex fumes. If my sex fiends would offer I would
take. I would give my services
in exchange of wakening to a
puddle of red tomato
slime naked and
shaved clean.
like never before.
I'll feel.