old no. vii

….
…uninvited, he arrived, last night,
an old, "friend" --
he reminded me
that his name was jack…
that’s daniels, jack daniels —
(never shaken, never stirred, by the way.)

...couldn't help myself from smirking...
(for he knew i'd never be able to forget...
his name, or that fact.)

[his] amber-d flame liquidity,
seemed to insidiously wink at me;
the forked-snaked tongue, flickering in, out,
taunting…me.
 
reminisced, that we sure did, for quite a while --
the same old back, forth
heartache - promises of
"never
 again" —

both realizing...
who
the
fuck,
are
we
kidding?

“i see, after all these years,
even though it’s been a challenge [for you],
to ignore my commands…
     it’s been far too long…
      tsk,
       tsk…
since my last visit, hasn’t? --
 
such, a good girl, you’ve been so patient,
(and we know that’s such a hard thing for you.)
 
"so", (he, continued mocking me);
-- “i see, you’re still entangled with even more;
of your own chaotic afflictions,
 i'm truly sorry for — (don't look at me like that!)

see, you're the only one to blame,
[and] deserve to carry all that shame....
again, i'm truly sorry --
(stop looking at me, like that!) —
for all the pain...

just
remember this,
i do really
love you...

but, come, enough time’s been wasted, eh.

— we both know how I get you so wet, while
you taste me swirling around eager mouth.
 
“cum”…he continued,
“consume your addiction…

(i won’t tell a soul.) --

…for my fiery, amber ambrosia…
you remember how I feel inside you…
      when
      searing into
      your pale-indigo
       veins.”
 
after all was said, I licked my parched lips,
allowing myself to swallow some of his
of his moss-charcoal'd molten down.
admitting [to myself];
after, biting lips, how blissfully tasteful
it was,
savoring…
 his cruel,
seductive flavor.

the weeping heart slowly starts slipping
into his smoky novocaine of  amber'd
lava...

oh
how
his love, still...
burns me.

afterwards, falling on my knees,
i began helplessly worshiping  to him...

“oh my love, how you’ve always truly loved me so!
just promise you’ll stay the entire night,
fill me all the way up, deeper than
each time before!”
 
…hissing, into my ear;
he answered back;
as he finally t h r u s t himself inside me,
“don’t I always?”
 
oh, how sweetly
his kisses turns
       into flames of this
 orgasmic oblivion...

always silently
leaving me before dawn,
again, alone...

with only...
the spiteful morn's selfish sunlight...
boastfully piercing --
through my windowed-heart.
 ….