I Remeber The Feel Of You

I pick debauchery from my teeth
examining runners of flesh under my nails
because I scraped my name onto your hips
in a screaming raw epithet of fuck and need
and as I lay panting my heartbeat a machine gun
firing against my ribcage I
replay
every
moment
…………..

your name cracks from my throat
in hoarse gasps and a curled snarl
slamming chaos rattled French-kisses
against my lips until my gums bleed
and I smile against the iron tang
you reel against me
a shotgun blast against my tattoos
as you ride a screaming orgasm
my fist curled in your hair
your fingers raking my arms

steel encased in yielding flesh
and pleas against a dying sky
blood
sweat
tears
us mingling in primitive dance
I think you carved our epitaph onto
the shaft of my cock as your body
tries to tear it from me
……………….

I stare at a mix of wall and ceiling
your savagery at my throat
I can feel your pretty incisors
chew cuss words and hisses
from my attempts to die
with quiet dignity
before chiseling lecherous bruises
on my chest
you slide down my mangled cock
until you’re impaled
I can’t remember the difference between
pleasure and pain and your desire
is exclaimed as puddles on my thighs
you press your forehead to mine and
ride me as if you’re trying to escape death
and absolution is in the next shockwave
that shatters around me
and I’m a raw nerve exposed and pulsing
………………

We finish with you  on all fours knees on the edge of the bed
because we’re too ashamed to meet each other
eye to eye
we made pornography art
lost the ability
to thrash and cry out for salvation
I ram into you again and again
all sense of self preservation lost
my jackhammer-heart threatening to
fail
as my cock stitches like a sewing machine
trying to thread my name into your grasping cunt
as I wrench it apart
your orgasms a towering wave
of violence
I splatter evidence inside you
we should be a cordoned off crime scene
blood
sweat
saliva
cum
and my last thoughts drip from your
tortured pussy

I collapse onto the bed
stare at the ceiling
you curl into me
vulnerable naked
still riding after tremors
and I stare at my fingers as the sun begins to rise