Impure Thoughts

You make me think impure thoughts
Oh yes thoughts
Wandering fingers thoughts
Cut your nails, she whispers coyly thoughts
Wrap your hands thickly around my hips thoughts
Throw me on the floor of Olin and fuck me now thoughts
Maybe I shouldn’t think this is the same room as my mother thoughts
Crush me underneath you
Off-white fissures cracking as tremors tear me through
Pelvic-bone thrusting bruises
Drink me like a river with no dam
You, with endless thirst thoughts
Wet, sticky thoughts so grotesque
Semen pouring out my ears thoughts
Tear off my skin, fill me up, dirty talk thoughts
So impure they leave stains on my neurons