The desert has a way of letting you
read it’s mind, tasting it’s parched lips,
cracked as I run my lips across it….
I am so thirsty, salty delicious, primal,
exploring papered roads, yellowed,
adorned by fingertips…..
Worn and used, I love the way
you save me for a rainy day….
Eyes tease, nibble, leaving earthly
flesh….
I wonder where all my bones went,
buried, decayed, played upon
vulgar consumption….
I prickle, tickle, reaching for the
sun, my personal slaughter on the
alter, citrus kisses running down
between my legs, causing me
to smile for miles…..
Wider, wilder, burn devour,
baked, crunchy in your mouth…
Night comes, spreading me in white,
now I sleep as you dry in crannies,
fanny up, waiting, perched for you to insert…..
You make me ache, swell, where I
want you to dwell….
Teeth in lip, making me wet, hoping
your skin will damp as you feel me
drip, tick….
Flesh hot, can’t breathe, don’t
be gentle with me….
Fingers placed on my secrets yet
to be discovered…one by one….
uncoiling…me….
I flutter, utter, shall I call
your name as I ride high, head
back in a sigh?
Hair rainy, hazy, droplets on
your chest, pressed kisses….
Hands on thighs opening me wide,
make me sore, filling my core,
ripe, plush as I gush, ripping me
to shreds all around you….
Read my back, finger my tresses,
their dark stories waiting to be told….
Damage, crack me, bleed me till I cry…
Mask over lips, muffled as I ripple into you,
as we crash, bodies contorted, possessed….
We slap together in rhythm and rhyme,
hoping to collide….
We bathe in each others sea,
and I want to drown in you,
as you into me….
Brutal, bloodthirsty, we swim
in crimson….
In rips and tips, we become one
in skips of time and daydreams,
we will always have this, cryptic
spells that will never tell….
Up against me, hard, raised vertical,
glistening at the tip, jeweled….
I like to wear you, on my skin,
anemic, your dolly….
Hand up under my shirt,
my heartbeat feels you there,
wanting kisses to drag, freely
roaming….
Nipples pout, finger nips,
breathing rushes to greet…..
Mouth on my neck, feel your
teeth tease, I, getting stuck there,
a aftertaste for later…..
Lower still on bare fables,
wet folds to keep your place….
Tell me your story, in my ear
as you explore sequels….
On my back you you peel my petals,
tongue licking the dew, oh, how I
flow for you…down…..
You build, sculpt me to
slowly make me crumble
all around you…..
You read me backwards,
spread, open to only you…..
My mouth bows like a heart,
as you stencil sketches inside me,
fucking on Gods time…..
I want to walk on the edge of night, the moon
licking at my silhouette, straddling both,
fucking each, together, in unison…
Body arches, curves in obscenity,
as I ride saintly demons…
My lips wet, red, ready to come
completely undone, to peel you
from my teeth….
Lines I indent in your skin, places
we have been, places we have yet
to travel…..
Would you dare let me indulge… on you,
dance upon your fallen soul?
I will strip you bare, veins like straws to
my mouth as you blemish me…
Frosted pale with candy cane stripes,
creating artistry….
I saved you on the tip of my tongue,
and I swell and grow erect, entering
every crevice to spawn the living, the
dead, running down you in sin,
holy matrimony…..
This is how I see love, how it feeds,
spills onto me, into me, making me
scream, bruising tasty mastery,
as I spell you, winding fingers
to create madness……
I so enjoy repeating your story,
stirring bloody potions as I suck
you dry, my thirsty treat….
You pour all over me in divine
decay….
You lay carcass style as I walk away
chewing fingers of your remains….
Famished, somber, sleepy, I am
now sated, for now, all is safe……
I make love to strings that master me
like puppets…..
Snowy angels call me home, but
do I dare leave my love song behind?
I was yours the first time I strummed
melodies, fingers in foreplay, virginal….
You turned my heart into a ballad, my
first breath into you….
I slept, dreaming of you, drifting
in ghostly silver….
I never imagined I would fall onto
your earth, your hymn…..
You brought me back….to you
If I stayed…..
