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Night Shades And Noir
didn’t know that nightshade was so
beautiful until
I sank into its warm wet cocoon and
left a little closer to death
a piano tinkles with the fever of a jazz man on meth who’s fallen head first in love
with the bass guitarists lead
keys hammered by heavy yet articulate fingers
her voice croons the tale of yesterday
a synth keeps track of your black and white aesthetic
the church bell resonates through my chest
I’ve lost something precious
my eyes know this because they leak
and I still don’t understand because
your eyes are murderous
you’re all sinew and darkness
the pad of feet on cold linoleum
are offset to the pounding in my chest
I taste strawberries you fed to me
my hands still bound
muscles in my arms strain
the twin koi on my thigh dance with my writhing
your sweet lips trail down until
I’m engulfed in the machinations of your tongue and my own madness
you are the scent of dirt
fresh cut grass
and sex
the salt of your sweat still wet on my thighs
the taste of sweet poison
and your touch linger on my still steaming
chest
your whispers make me shudder
grow hard again
you ride me raw
like an exposed nerve
the slick wet of you grips my attention
in slow agony
you wait until I’m broken
and please
is a plea before
sliding down in slow torture
and we are pelvis to pelvis
every inch of my sanity engulfed in need
as if the act is religious benediction
the wet smacking plop as you draw me out of you
and let me thrust at air as if it will grant a miracle
and become anything other than air
you whisper sick candy in my ear
that you’re going to fuck me into
forgetting any name
other than yours
you lower down again and grind
out the last semblances of my coherent thought
your lips are the hue
of belladonna and taste
of my own demise
and I hunger for it
beautiful until
I sank into its warm wet cocoon and
left a little closer to death
a piano tinkles with the fever of a jazz man on meth who’s fallen head first in love
with the bass guitarists lead
keys hammered by heavy yet articulate fingers
her voice croons the tale of yesterday
a synth keeps track of your black and white aesthetic
the church bell resonates through my chest
I’ve lost something precious
my eyes know this because they leak
and I still don’t understand because
your eyes are murderous
you’re all sinew and darkness
the pad of feet on cold linoleum
are offset to the pounding in my chest
I taste strawberries you fed to me
my hands still bound
muscles in my arms strain
the twin koi on my thigh dance with my writhing
your sweet lips trail down until
I’m engulfed in the machinations of your tongue and my own madness
you are the scent of dirt
fresh cut grass
and sex
the salt of your sweat still wet on my thighs
the taste of sweet poison
and your touch linger on my still steaming
chest
your whispers make me shudder
grow hard again
you ride me raw
like an exposed nerve
the slick wet of you grips my attention
in slow agony
you wait until I’m broken
and please
is a plea before
sliding down in slow torture
and we are pelvis to pelvis
every inch of my sanity engulfed in need
as if the act is religious benediction
the wet smacking plop as you draw me out of you
and let me thrust at air as if it will grant a miracle
and become anything other than air
you whisper sick candy in my ear
that you’re going to fuck me into
forgetting any name
other than yours
you lower down again and grind
out the last semblances of my coherent thought
your lips are the hue
of belladonna and taste
of my own demise
and I hunger for it
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