He stood beside the basin and watched her
Cower before him and his musk enchantment.
He took great pleasure seeing how
Her breast would quiver when he stroked her side.
He held her underwater for a moment with his hands
Just barely constricting the vessels.
The thought of how the water would ripple
Off her blushing thighs had caught his tongue
And he withdrew her just to see her wet.
Her eyes held fast,
Seizing the inches of his nimble fingers.
Subjecting her skin to the capillary crucifixion.
Biting and blundering.
Burning yet benign.
Uttering a name with no face.
Tugging a phrase
And sucking on the wastelands.
Eating at the seed who
Felt itself serve and strive.
As the steam rose to blanket their breath
He thought of ways to keep this going.
He thought of nights with a bitter wife
When she took him on the kitchen counter
With no incentive but a bad day at work.
He thought of her and felt himself churn
Not with lust but with a spiteful yearn
And thought of her smoothly seeping.