Lust like leprosy

              

I feel you...
Standing behind me.
Looming over me.

Chills
Your breath condensing on my nape.
The air is thick with your scent,
Stale cigarette smoke,
And shame.

"Tell me."
"Tell me you want it."
The pressure pressing against me.
You are throbbing in anticipation,
With power.

Silence.
My minute mote of rebellion.
Get it over with.

I feel myself...
Tear.
Sudden rush of heat.
I feel my mind...
Tear.
Sudden rush of hate.

Stain of filth,
Of silty guilt.
I taste your name.

I will have you,
As you had me.

Decimated

Mutilated.

Ingested.

Digested.

Defecated.

This vessel is overrated.