Axiom

Believe in what you can see
Believe in what you can feel
Reveal yourself unto me
Show yourself unto me

Believe in what you know
Believe in what you can touch
Legs agape, stretching slow
Show yourself unto me

The soft wet kisses
To the mouth of the [bad word] 
Taste exquisite to me

I believe that when I die I shall rot
And nothing of my ego shall survive
(Bertrand Russell)

The glamorous beauty
Once the blood dries on the contract
All debts must be paid
Once the blood dries on the contract

You can never go back
All debts must be paid
We form an unmoving tableau
Of adorer and adored

Unsure briefly which is me
Every thought I ever had
Dissolves into nothing

When you take me in your mouth
Staring into my eyes
Stretched skin, mesmerizing
All debts must be paid