a throaty purr
something like desire
kicking into bleating, blatant gurgle
artwork of pentagrams
and goatheads
of devil numbers makes my voice husky
my desire for penetration
buckle under armor
tightened grip
blocked correspondence
in my aching lungs, the violent
sway pushing my hips involuntarily
i have loved your eyes for a thousand years
and yet, the molten works in your pupils burn me
have faites turned to unmanly lines
i want to see them
i want to put my hands and face between them
i don't know how to unhook your bra
i cast them aside
it is hot in the moment, breathless
is how we started and how we finish
