Cryptic erotica

……You call them cougars, I say kiss of the stringy coconut shells, symbolic grays still weigh the same on the scales, sometimes it’s best to move slow as the snails, we kept going cause we didn’t hear the bells, it’s still swollen from that time when I fell, does a therapeutic mattress ring a bell, her small pink pockets is where I delved, it was there I kept pounding to break her shell; she dug deep in my back and never broke her nails.