The sun is already sleeping
when my urges emerge my gun.
I take it on my hand
and I purify it
using my best fingers, my best skin.

The moon, like lips, excites me
the heat of the night adores me.

Messing with my feet
producing soft grazes to trap you
inside my lonely bullet
and shoot you straight to ecstasy.
Did you know there is a smell
when you say “I want you”?
It’s similar to the smoke
coming out from the midnight’s eye,
whispering sweating words
breathing helpless desires.

Your tongue is playing with my trigger
the danger is now in pain
I ask no mercy, I’m not a star,
my balls craving for your winterprints,
the air between our savageness collage
praying for my fingerproofs.

In this wireless cruelty I knead your face
my breath is a scanner for your breath
in this inky moment you need me forcing
your hands are stuck on my burning behind.

I stop for a moment, the war becomes love,
I turn off the summer, the night becomes ours.

***Poem won the trophy at dear Jen´s comp "Night moves".
Written by Artemios
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