Dawn Anew

endlessly embed her
with my tongue of chrome,
in overindulgent oral

my endeavor,
in an attempt to atone
for our quarrel

she purrs indescribable sounds
from velvety lips,
in a gush

in a blur darkness melts
around, and grips us
within a crush

holding my golden rod,
tongue curling around the tip,
her apologetic treat

while rolling slobs,
of sterling silver saliva drip
onto the sheets

eye to eye
as I pierce her pool
of molten silk

a string of cries,
near my ear
unspool,
while inserting till the hilt

screaming her whispers,
etching hieroglyphics
upon my back

taken in a twister
titled explicit
until the dawn cracks...