Please, no, don't stop. Oh, you see, it isn't that. I could but I don't want to. No, really, I said I don't want you to stop.

Yes, like that. Yes, I want, but what I want--oh, what I want.

Yes, it's good. It's good, it's good, it's good.

Good as sunlight touching skin, as blue wind through green branches, as sheets of rain over the parched land--drops on clay on clover on drops, swirling, pooling, running--
good. As fire that destroys the forest, as seeds dropped from birds mouths grow in ash.

You speak into my mouth and I swallow your voice like milk, sucking--balm elixir unguent liniment--loves's pleasure drives his love away, but I don't ask for pleasure. I beg you fill me till my eyes close.

Please, don't please me. Fuck me to sleep.