Dan and his mrs

Her mouth was a premeditated birth hole of trouble and she wound him up like the threat of anal penetration

 

It's foetal juices regurgitating and he would have septic traumas rupturing his wretched soul

Fuck she was belligerent 

He rode the waves with diligence until it became far too insulting to his intelligence and he ripped a hole in the sky with the verbal charge that thundered from his teeth and past his chewed lips, drawn in the heat of unsaid battle. For footmen and centurions and musketeers and gun have never known war without the interaction of fear and provocation and he was in danger of eating his own ears just so he could spit out the din she made for him to swallow

This is how they danced following the pink haunted grafitti of her emails where she could find him across a hundred  waters

They had a field day turning the lake of sea and cake into a trench, and  texts were as savage as a slaughterhouse  of stolen sheep 

Between the letters was the  DNA fungi of twin shadows dancing a frenzy of twisted folk

Now a cushion can bear so many pins until it submerges into its  crippled self but compelled toward foreplay she would  pull his martian carcus apart  with stallions from Venus

 She tore layers of  complacent skin off of  his romantic eyelids 

so he retorted from a blitz of decapitated pores that grasped at the collateral damage of homeless blood cells for co-dependant survival;

Their threats were more unholy than billionaires bets , but by the grace of  phenomena and passion they were reborn in a repetition  of anticlimactic ritual