Sink Into Bruised Crimson

Your shadow, is jagged
without me
Together,
 we are smooth,  
 I love,  the way your key
fits my lock,   so perfectly.
The way your dreams, run
 down  my leg    

Let me drown,  in your last
breath
I am restless,  conditioned
 to find comfort,  in your
 paraphillia.

Creating, turning out new
ways, to please you,  
while expecting nothing,
your desires are enough.  

My eyes, spill over like a well
as they speak to you
As   you lubricate my throat
and coat,  my lips with beeswax.

You expose my illicit cravings .
Come,  inhale the tarnished
vapors of my maniacal gallery.
the ambulating specters,.
 gone wild with the melodious
 tone of shiny brass , .

 Let it enter your eagerness
 struggling to come undone
 in the beautifully wretched
desires of  your mind .

Sink into  bruised crimson
and gold muted hues
 of our union
escape the rose coloured
 fear of commitment.  
Entrench it bury it deep,
to ravish , the truth
forever