And the pillows stand as tombstones

A little dark, kinda like walking between graves at night and there is steam rising from them. We like that sexual edge to the piece, tight    

Ah, but isn't the darkness sublime sometimes? Thank you. I appreciate you!

That's writing !!

BIGGEST

LIKE!

Dear B,

I will never look at my pillows the same ever again. This makes me think if I have to off myself there could be worse ways to go than by some dude into me. Just a secondary random side thought.
My first thought was, oh boy, been there. Superb write. H🌷

PS I’ve re read this several times. There’s something that keeps calling me back to it. The closing lines are haunting for me. I think I finally figured out why. It reminded me of something I repressed long ago regarding a dead end relationship and my feeling as I slowly realized I needed out. ONLY writing like this could evoke a memory that deeply hidden.

You are making me blush, and not even in the naughty-bits.

Thank you. It's really high praise to pick open the edge of a memory. I think as writers we all aim to evoke emotion, even if it's ugly, even if it's hard. I appreciate you sharing this with me.

Stirring opening verse, what a way to be got up in the morning

He breaks
into me
like I'm
unconsecrated
grounds

Suggests a man who likes it rampant and wild, 'within an inch of your life'.

Great interpretation, and spot on.

Update your insurance.

We all dream of being able to keep up with you.

You know, if there were enough of you -- I think you could almost keep up with me.

Keep dreaming, sweet friend. Those dreams leech into my subconscious and make me live my debauched fuckery of a life even harder... and then write all about it.

Delicious, I loved it.

Me too.

Thanks

Suicide and fine red wine

It was a margarita kind of night. I'll let you imagine where I licked the salt from...  

Intense...raw...visual....visceral...

Damn!!

You kick ass, thank's Naaj.

The ability to convey imagery and meaning so succinctly is a gift.

Thank you my friend.

That last line knocks the reader on their ass. With the title it's lethal

A 100-percent kill rate in this bed.

Thank you!

Agonizingly perfect...

Thank you my friend. Agonizingly. At so many levels.

You crushed this!  Stylish.

LJ

Thank you!

Girl, now I need to go out and get me some of that.

You are phenomenal.

Right -- that DIE FOR IT DICK.

They need to label that shit so we can just scan a barcode with our phone to know if it's going to kill us in advance. Ain't nobody got time for bad canned dick. I don't want food-poisoning dick. I want DIE FOR IT DICK.

That title... damn.
Actually, "like suicide" seems misplaced to me, bucko. Because the "he" is an active aggressor in the situation. Yeah?  So it's like you're a willing (but not fatally) participant.
Unless the taste is his own suicide, perhaps. He willed himself to enter the no trespass...

Oh, you have to go a little deeper for this one. Let's play:  
 
The narrator had to kill someone vital to be here. Probably herself. Seems willing.  
 
Or, maybe it's literal. Maybe the subject is just the gun. Maybe the narrator is maneuvering someone else, someone off screen, to supply the bullets and pull the trigger. Maybe his skin IS suicide.  
 
Or fuck, maybe it's just a play on the French word for orgasm, you know, little death.  
 
OR, the fact that you can't be buried in consecrated ground when you commit suicide, and he's burying himself in her... I mean... I almost feel like that was on purpose. (wink)  
 
So many ways to analyze ...  
 
I'll leave it to the reader to decide.  
 
Either way, I like sex and the macabre, and I love the way it ends.  I really love the way it ends.  
 
Thanks my brother-from-another-mother. I appreciate your candor. I always do.

Hello Betty I missed you beautiful this is powerful
is it sucide to taste?

Hello lovely, I'm not really back-back. My world is insane. In good ways, but my schedule is brutal and I spend all of my free time forgetting.

I understand but I missed you I just wanted you to know 💕

Now I am left wondering what flavour is suicide?
Richard

It tastes like new sweat, and the tip of your tongue coated in the brine of my need. Like raw male skin as it slaps against mine.

OMG are you sure about that?
I like coated in the brine of your need
Richard

powerful stud oops, stuff erm...

lol! Thanks Rew