I Would Hope You Understand

I once had a thought that a man who
eats pussy for his own enjoyment
is another kind of dangerous

 
I forget sometimes
that you’re an endurance
athlete
that the normals I’ve seen
and had
can
be thrown from the window
of the highest room of the Empire State Building
your form of beautiful-dangerous
reeks of the wrath of the gods
when they punished Sisyphus
 
your hands still bound
the feeling of my cock lingers
in the back of your throat
I pick you up and rest you
on the edge of the bed
spread your legs
crawl to you  
breathe in the sanguine scent
of a woman deep in the throes of lust
 
my sincerity rattles against the
glass walls and
I want to apologise in
long articulate gestures
blaspheme against the tawdry tales
you’ve procured  
as I worship in tongues
 
I use every ounce of
everything I’ve learned
to speak in the hushed reverence of
your harsh breathing
my tongue writing an essay
to the beauty of a huntress moon
and how on bent knees
I can beg
for sordid forgiveness
in the dark
 
your arousal drips from my chin
eyes closed attuned to your reverberations  
I trace in slow lolling motions
an infinity of infinity symbols
rising and falling as a conductor
lost in your melody
the soft moans
and electric shudders  
of La petite mort crash
through you  
 
your thighs crush my head
then open  
your body a maddening shake  
and vibration
against my administration
you sing out against the backdrop
of stars
breath misting in the air
I’m lost in the bewitching music
my muscles strain
 
I lift your thighs so I can
change the angle of my machinations  
and say my sorry’s in ardent lashes
articulating  
each point  
until you understand
that I won’t stop until every word
is inscribe into your muscle memory
because I love the taste of you
howling in wet desire  
and I know you won’t stop
because you’re an endurance athlete
and this is just the first step