Churning the Cleanse (written with _shadoe_)

 
I lay drifting in the afterglow
of a smoldering embrace
the smirk of you filters
through the afterburner
of my pumping chamber,

liquid rainbows shape-shift
into dulce honey plumes
serenading the fleeting
fragments of heat between
me and you,

inside your sacred chamber
I have erected a lavender
castle of clemency.

Your honey whisper
undulates the veil of night;

satin sooty cloth waves;

a plethora of stars fall-
liberated from their
suspended animation,

dropping crystal beacons,
velvet melting silk vapors
to your central sweet fire notch.


*
in the silence of later,
you hammer in my veins;
a breathless echo
of churning flesh
& seeking touch,
an iconoclast communion
between the mouths
of hedonists ~
... i meditate at the axis of
original sin, where i
crucified myself astride you
in serpentine undulations
of waist & hip & thigh
guided by your hands ...
my spine remembers
the sinuous arch
& flex of gluttony,
still seeking succor
from your warm skin,
mutely urging again
//


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