I am thirsty, drunk for something exotic, erotic,
that will make my teeth shine, slick as my
tongue moves over angels….
I would love to bloody your words as
you speak in scarlet tinsel, dancing,
Would you let me trace, rake, take?
Could I be the forever?
My lips lick my appetite, counting the
drops till I’m done, but never to end.
I want to make you gush, blush, but
I would never rush….
I would be deliberate, consistent, eating
You would become my favorite food, all
to indulge my lust….
I will feed as you watch my eyes become
moons, rising for you…
You gather my hair like pages,
opening as I become your addiction, telling
Awakened, you become thirsty…..
Inside my skull, I fill you where
you are hollow….
Eyes where you only see
my Grey, the moist shadows….
Mouth on me, tasting my
Disturbed, you dance with my
doppelganger, last rites
Hidden in smiled curves,
knowing you minister to my
Teeth rake to balmy psalms
as you search my clairvoyant..
Inside my wrist you graze, I flutter,
red coloring along my limbs as you
trace my kinky melodies….
Pulses beat, each following the
other in cryptic musicals….
You write on my silk as
scarlet dresses, dancing
for only you….