Panzachual

Co­writing the Fringe 2014 show Beyond Desire with his fellow Provocateurs, then having his first collection of poetry Finding God in the Wetspot published by Next Left Press in 2015, and transformed into a burlesque show by The Blue Stockings in 2016, Panzachual has seen his words merge into a sensual reality that he wants to keep pulsing with life on the Esoterotica stage. “It’s the amalgamation of flesh and literature, written on and through the connection of bodies, that brings us one step closer to breathing in time with one another.”

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Perfect Storm

Shorter spaces between breaths,
Labored,
Panting,
Twists of tongues
From my lips to yours.
A storm outside has started to pound
And every thunderous resound
Sends us spiraling
Harder, faster, CRASHING;
Comets collided in your bedroom
Lightning splits the sky
My hard cock splits you.

Screams of DON’T STOP!
FASTER!
FUCK ME!
CUM SO DEEP THAT I DRIP YOU TOMORROW!
Another bolt blinds the night
And my fingernails are embedded
So deeply in your skin
Where the right ass cheek becomes thigh.
Rain flies in from the open window,
Sprays us both
I sink my teeth into your left nipple.
SUCKING AND FUCKING
WHILE THE STORM RAGES LOUDER!
The howls of the winds match our moans,
The box spring beneath us
Grunts and groans.
I can’t tell what is raindrop and what is sweat
So I drink both
From our coital torrent.
DEEPER! You scream.
As the sky screams!
As I take your legs and bend them back towards your face,
Knees pressed against your breasts

And my cock so hard,

Rammed so far

Your eyes flutter,

Go white,

We both cum

As the last bolt of lightning strikes.