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
in 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

Author's Note
Inspired by "The Only Time" by Nine Inch Nails
quoted lyrics in italics
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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