v-1 
i text you up drunk 
in the middle of the night 
your Protestant fingers curse me 
then sext me, 
then bless me 

v-2 
i deep-throated 
the tyranny of her words 
to the bowels of her lust 
exploding black ink slithering down 
the path of post-mortem destruction 

v-3 
the epitome is a poetic fist verse- 
it outshines the fifth 
it out rules the fourth 
it surpasses the third 
it overshadows the second 
it pulverizes the first 

v-4 
she pro-masturbated in apple seeds 
shedding cum peels on my hand 
bearing us a blasphemous life 
within an orgasmic sunburst 
raping us of any entry into heaven 

v-5 
i invoked a black-listed thought 
as I sit here staring at your visceral face 
in it I find imprisonment and regret 
realizing I cannot hit 
the reset button on my life