Excuse Me, I Whispered, and Lit a Match on Your Zipper

 
Ain't no maybe in the way  
I'm all messed up in you
never mind little things
like promises
and rings
ritual virtues that define
who I'm supposed to belong to
 
My moral standing is lying down
reveling in the weight of you
resisting my writhing
restraining the inferno within
oxygen regulation unrelenting
hoarse demands  
bidding me
to burn 
slow
 
The sweat in your eyes
the blood in your veins 
are listening to me
hiss and spit
searing heresy
blasphemes upon every deity
dwelling from heaven to hell
 
You savor every inch
of my sin
broken and free
these sordid desires
salvation in flame
singing flesh
the barely controlled blaze
raging under slick, greedy skin
bursts into wildfire
yielding no escape
from this conflagration 
of nails, teeth
molten wet
pounding 
need
 
Licking wounds 
that will leave their marks
murmurs and rumbles
of the sated
tang of our transgressions
on my tongue
drunk on temptation
skin plastered to skin
whispering a salty prayer
entreating
please
come  
taste my sin
again