proof of quantum ~ {ii}

{iii}  
you leashed the wolf, a perfect knot at your throat. cultured fucking savage.  
french collared & cuff linked,
like the pale pink pinstripe in the charcoal could make you  
a little more human.  
i could see myself,
straddling those leather shoes, grinding to
a pitiful completion;
could hear the cold, satisfied laugh
that makes crows feet frame your pale eyes.  
lust is absurd.  
 
{ii}  
the demure lines of my dress lay forgotten somewhere between  
the front door  
& the dark wood of my bedroom floor,  
spine arched,  
nude heels urging the small of your back.  
you sucked the adornments from my fingers,  
spat silver & precious stones against my pristine walls.
[practiced seamlessness,  
the sleek motion,
a testament to  
our cell memories]  
the juxtaposition of your olive skin against
the feminine print of my sheets
was goddamn poetry.
 
{i}
beast.  
riding my cock bruised mouth, throat crushed  
between your thighs.
the kundalini hustle demand, a juxtaposition to those dying mewls  
reverberating against your  
dusky heartbeat.
i felt the corded strain beneath my touch,  
the falter in your brutal pace  
& you were so fucking beautiful at your pinnacle
i forgot to breathe.
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