A delicate moment within my hands, a dream that I have longed for, dark eyes and skin like exquisite chocolate, unwrapping her slowly, every curve, perfection, imagining the exact moment she melts in my hands and mouth, with each sigh I feel her flow across my tongue.
She shimmers in the bottom of my glass an effigy splashed in kerosene ready and willing to burn it all to the ground waiting for a spark to ignite her gorgeous pale skin under the dull flicker of fluorescence her curves superimpose on my sanity a black and white print that screams sex and sophistication
knuckles ache as whiskey snap kicks me in the fractured ribs insides are smouldering the warm-numb floats up dulls the sharp spike in my side and I find myself lost in the intent of her stare
for he told me more lies than the truth- exactly what my heart wanted a week after everyone greeted me on Christmas Day. Whose voice cured my sleeplessness, whose hands pacify my shivers. In the damp light of orange and gray he blanketed my lips with his calculated warmth, then mapped my neck and navel with urban traffic that respects no holidays.
I remember him like I remember the sun. I remembered him still, as mouths raided across napes and thighs, tongues lost and found at every orb and slit.