Squeezed in, gently, with clit, with faith, with drum.
“Almost a virgin,” you called her as you caressed
her as my cock vanished in her rectum —
of all the thirteen shamanic acts blessed
by the gods this is your favorite. “If two
can cum as one then so can three,” you said.
Let the drum match each time I half withdrew
then pushed back in harder. We are well-read,
eager, the ones who consume taboos, fugue states,
cum and souls. “Want to learn a sick new trick?”
you’d asked after school. You made her floodgates
slick her 3rd eye with sodomy’s magic —
impaled, blessed by what others vilified,
by what was baffling until we tried.