A thick tar
flows through my veins
steaming and reeking.
Involuntarily
you lick
like a wet, sticky frog.
Your New Year’s wishes
are slushy;
each word is
meticulously deciphered,
very carnal.
My Sweet Heart,
your tongue is too froggy
so it pulls me long
to senility
in a mossy moment
of orgasm.
A thick slush comes
out of me
and drenches you
cold-bloodedly.

Somewhere
a hungry earth-worm
lurks.