Of his Byronic Moods      
i outline the body of my lover          
with a mantra of less pain          
by swathing where’ever blood          
began to show a  touch of          
a drop of almond oil coats the          
tongue, his fingertips has          
histories burned into          
yet he inhabits as if a creature          
flowing of various human          
my  kisses are lain upon          
slow decay of his first skin.-          
for ive known its most intimate          
secret parts          
drowned he is with intense          
liberation  when i thrust    
myself against  his clarity  
and perverseness    
in absorption of damaged    
emotive stem cells that has    
long forgotten how      
to re’build    
he pours hot
candle wax along my height  
reminding me he's ingrained    
i long to match this tireless          
willingness alike starlight that          
is unyielding          
he says “compassion is a          
frajile thing, is it not?” then          
reaches in between my shell          
and body to drink thereof          
like leather loops ..his mouth          
covers my whispers as his          
own stalks and spews          
love so deep          
it haunts in echoing decibels          
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Published | Edited 8th Jul 2019
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unspooled by an chaotic urge to calm
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