Whispers

your voice is its own poetry
sex-dripped noir    
mouth in black and white
slain over mine
tongues stitched together

your breath    
sings of the city
smoke
alleyways
gaslight
your tan trench coat
shielding my naked flesh
from the night

you galvanize me
but this love is a prison
a room I cannot escape
the walls papered
in your words
your moans at my ears

sometimes I get chills
thinking of you
fingers lightly fluttering
down my spine

if I'm alone and can't be seen
I caress my skin
my breasts
licking my lips
savoring the taste
of your name
whispering from them

all day I imagine
your hands
slowly raising my skirt
your palm
at my petal-soft sex

your fingers
dancing along the part of me
stretched wide with yourself

I want you
slurring    
pushing into me
your eyes piercing
into mine

as you swallow my screams
with your mouth
and tongue