disappearing into the aether of your presence i cling to the shaky foundations of my morals here where i am untethered by social convention and the rules of your always judging gods who reign too high to see into the gutters from which we slither to spend the night
lewd and stripped of meaningless ethics adorned by manicured crescent moon impressions scaling the familiar and forbidden topography of your mocha tinted flesh contrasting the ecru hue of my lithe frame, draped across your length like second skin
because if you consider it a job, you have no business doing it ;-) . . .
my lipstick leaves crimson halos around the base of your cock saliva smeared evidence of worship mixed with gag induced tears lightning fork tracks of mascara mapped on my ivory skin black trails of breathlessness spreading with each choked gasp inhaling your throbbing heartbeat in the back of my throat white washed in tangy dna
your breath fogs my skin until i can't read your intentions or spare myself the pain . . . self made oubliette . . . holder of the moment's secrets captured from twilight sussuration we see whispers and hear shadows cast across our vows
a paraph of lies your insignia in incense smoke signals swirls of sienna and dragons blood to mask your truth . . . tip toe across nenuphar . . . you curl up inside my sarcophagus heart where...