Lasso

Your cowboy mouth
rounds up a rougher
ride than can be rid
of any cattle's hyde,
now to go down on

those shadows
breathing mad
senseless tendrils
fingertips caress
an ultra-high

hip-round lasso
ground-up thighs
get so undressed
dirt spreads simple
white plough mad

suicided
in the illusion
of your oval mouth
moth-eaten
beaten