forgiveness

it's a filthy smell like
 
burnt orange;  
 
& im gonna taste it till i die of it  
 
(i'll touch it later)  
 
 
 
tenderised the sweeter to eat  
you season me for the next;  
you know you could really hurt  
do you know i want that?  
 
use me  
  
 
animal scent like suet and salt  
pepper and salt  
the smell of old payment:  
i think you fully forgive me  
  
you are golden dust  
hero of the sand  
a gladiator, standing over me
one knee on the floor  
 
breathing hard &
 
drops beading on your cock
 
 
 
 
in the interval  
you will fuck someone else  
 
i don't mind  
 
i'll