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†
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
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
taste my sin
Written by paperstains
Published | Edited 7th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Thought I'd add my first audio/video to this one, honoring a very old request. The video's a bit silly. Hope you enjoy the reading. :-)

Inspired by "The Only Time" by Nine Inch Nails
quoted lyrics in italics

Written for the competition Where Words Fail, Music Speaks
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