Hell bound

Bareness
           Our skin clings against  
    Our heated bodies
Our breathless lungs
                           My shaking hands in your strong grasp.

Hours pass and it feels like minutes and days intertwine. Your voice in my ear.
Your lips on my neck.
My hands on your back.
Your grip on my waist.

What comes after is sacred and spiritual.

And
        We
             Spiral
                       Down
                                 Over
                                         And
Over
                                                Until


              We collapse
And


Once the sun rises
         We start to burn.