Pristine Panic/Cheek by Jowl

You've felt this before
 In a raw and honest moment
 Of pre-word amorphous thought
 Primal and pristine panic
 The taste of forbidden fruit
 In your mouth and at the tip of your tongue
 An instant before the thought becomes clear
 And is summed dissolved corrupt
 It's true substance banished from your mind
 Retched and ingested by another
 An awareness you cannot think of say, only feel
 In the pit of your stomach
 And in the depths of your bowels
 Initiation and annihilation
 Cheek by jowl
 Impulse and dissolution
 Cheek by jowl
 Onset and obliteration
 Cheek by jowl
 Being and oblivion
 Cheek by jowl
 I know you've felt this before
 In a raw and honest moment
 Bred in the bones
 As inherent as instinct
 Is the imp of perversion
 Sliding dirty fingers in your maw
 The taste as familiar as your own spit
 Filling up to the back teeth
 You can't breathe
 You can't see
 You can't think or say
 Only feel
 In the pit of your stomach
 And the depths of your bowels