when i adore you do i not adore you all? small gross animal you panting lech do i not find in you the glory? when i have kissed your body lip to lip do i not the whole of your unquiet form submit? the queer living of the creature you are, do i not know that i will find the glory of the kingdom in you? gasping you and sweating with the honey of your tongue and the small hairs in my mouth and the perfume of our bodies did i not find in you the glory of the kingdom? in you do i not find the kingdom within? when you give me a fragment of a raspberry or when you give me a wild strawberry or when you have me suck a mango with you or when you open me like a pomegranate like a pomegranate tearing first in pieces then consuming do i not find in you the kingdom do i not find the glory of the kingdom? be not afraid: open all hatches, love, extend all flaps and drag fins for me and let's crash uncareful into a moment r e a d y ? open your cunt to me, come open your sweet command come cover me over in you your calm wanting, your uncalm water, hot, wanting your calm cool quiet fervour i bet you want to top me when you talk to me with wet lips i bet you feel your mess i bet your legs feel your mess like two young trees, shiv'ring and dripping with sap and shaking like coiled snakes alive with venom, like a fresh, fresh peach's punctured flesh dripping i bet you want to top me i bet i want you to grab me, or to hit me, to bite me, growl, small fiend to want you inside, your small tongue across, i want your hair and your lips on mine and, o, i want i want i want i want— you to be a bit gross with me not nasty or dirty or disgusting but gross, like the weight of humidity or the stickiness of sweet syrup on our fingertips when we touch lips then touch lips then touch lips then stew in the sweat and sebum and inhale the bitter fumes of us and inhale the fumes of the shame we cannot feel when we're together and exhale the soft breath of our love and exhale the slick satisfaction of how good we are at giving Do I not find in you the kingdom in us? i need you on my knees sloven and alone and i need you on my back in ecstasy and if i ask for you i am not asking for much only for the hot tongue of your cunt to wrap around my mouth and lap at my face (and yes, i mean that i want you to fuck my face) and it's difficult sometimes to write The Erotic Poem because it is so easy to pull one's attention from the heat of the words, from the succulent images, from the embarrassment of needing to be fucked in the face, because it is so easy to turn your attention into delicious t e n s i o n ready? if you are wet or hard right now then you should do some thing a bout i t look: i didn't write this to upstage Will or to be promiscuous or cringey i write this because i want You to feel good do You feel good? i know the kingdom is in us both tonight and if i can be honest i hope after you read this you message me and say: "I thought little and I felt much." because Will did that to someone with his poem and so i hope after your read this you message me and say: "o, willa, please, please me." because you know i'm good for it even if i scared you last time you know i don't bite, baby girlish prince you know i'm not churlish when i vent you know i'm good for it the kingdom is in us both tonight come, the kingdom is in us both
— for a doggish tender lover.