The slit

Lookin for the words to say this shit... Feelin the presence of every individual letter avoid the lip... Diggin up old ways the r.i.p. jus takes a sip... To revive the dribblin spit that only makes self look foolish... Rippin open the English vocab to find a new way to say it through q kiss... Tryin to break a rib expressin the feel of it running off at the jibs... Lickin what could be missed if it ever turned n was dismissed... Pist on the let down as if I flipped into that spiralin twist... Although I'm jus tryin to get a sip of a clit with the tongues flick n lick a nipples tip upon a tit... In a repeated motion of everyday to live n luv with the same thick azz as positions are switched... Gettin to that itch with interest n intent to specify hers n his... With distance for the walkin to unclenched the fists this world balled up as if a drunken Mick ready to split someone's wig... Makin the final slit in the hearts tenderness open up to be reinvented as the hole to drain the linger of fits... One last scar to heal lashes from the whips crisp crack as wits comes about to play with issues n hints... Simply unable to resist the way emotions grip the lid peeled back as friends exist...