I just uncovered something I have to share. I think I'd have to say that this is NSFW - though there are no individual words that would offend anyone.
I don't even actually recall what this was for - maybe Theatre Under the Gun, perhaps one of The Stands, possibly an episode of 1000 Year Itch, or it could have been a Loose Cannons show. (If anyone reading this happens to recall, please refresh my memory.) I do recall that there was some need for an off-the-hook fridge poem. Just about anyone who has been in my kitchen between 1999 and 2009 knows just how many fridge poetry words I have. (They are not currently on my fridge, but they still exist.) I do have a vague recollection of going home and playing with the magnetic words until I came up with something. I can't even picture which kitchen/fridge it was that I sullied so. I don't even recall if the original intent was to write something so pornographic.
The original page is pretty much one endless un-punctuated string of words. I'm punctuating and spacing things for slightly easier reading. Okay... here we go...
May I wear you like sweat?
Smear your bed pie all over my naked animal apparatus as I explore the steaming skin beach which lies above your blushing ocean.
Let me seep into the bitter perfumed peach and light the moistest of flowers ablaze with a feverish kiss of squirming pink.
I am drunk on the hot champagne of your luscious woman rain.
I will moan wild delirious music that pierces the liquid night when your sacred tongue meat poisons my screaming dirty lust candy, and a bath of juicy joy celebrates down those long icy fingers.
You think it felt like angel milk, playing a symphony on your hand.
Breathe the languid mist of our black velvet gardens.
Swim in a sea of a thousand arms and legs.
Your lathered love parts rusting beneath me.
Whisper when its time to change the TV.
Yes. All those words are ones I have in my collection of fridge poetry magnets.