[Pristine Panic]

You've felt this before
In a raw and honest moment
Of pre-word amorphous thought
Primal and pristine panic
The taste of forbidden fruit
In your mouth and at the tip of your tongue
An instant before the thought becomes clear
And is summed dissolved corrupt
It's true substance banished from your mind
Retched and ingested by another
An awareness you cannot think of say, only feel
In the pit of your stomach
And in the depths of your bowels

[Cheek by Jowl]

Initiation and annihilation
Cheek by jowl
Impulse and dissolution
Cheek by jowl
Onset and obliteration
Cheek by jowl
Being and oblivion
Cheek by jowl

I know you've felt this before
In a raw and honest moment
Bred in the bones
As inherent as instinct
Is the imp of perversion
Sliding dirty fingers in your maw
The taste as familiar as your own spit
Filling up to the back teeth
You can't breathe
You can't see
You can't think or say
Only feel
In the pit of your stomach
And the depths of your bowels