The taste of his tongue,
lightly minted,
Laps salt
from my perspired peel
Moistened
but not yet wet
Vikings
venture him
like a new globe
Nails draw upon his back
like whiteness on a blackboard
Arched felines
glisten
in the brightness of dark
Intensity
between clenched teeth
Marbled eyes burn into my hunger
Silence grows louder
with every hurried breath
Embraced by the skin of an angel
Discarded
on hells kitchen floor
He sells addictions
wrapped around halos
And for this
we crack like candy canes
Come and find me
I'm deep around perfection
captured in a whimper
