I want you to follow my letters.
See how I dot you eyes and cross your teats.
I want you to follow my words.
Feel my tongue spell on your tummy.
I want you to follow my phrases.
The short and the freaky of them between your legs.
I want you to follow my story.
The one I write and spill ink for.
You want me to know just one thing.
“Stop your damn chattering and get inside me!!!”