Oral sex, much?
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.
Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance.
Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,
Slide up and Down,
Autoerotic, Hanging me, with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat to soul.
As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…
One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores.
Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.
The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.
An Eye Tilted, A Pierce of Angels, Coiled green and Thick.
Warm hands harvesting Ankles bruised by cold rain only hours before,
It is the Gentlest of comforts and For some reason, Struck hard and deep
into my mind.
“Forever is Easy”
As softly, Fevered and Wanton,
He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise
Copyright © Arthur Flockwhimsy | Year Posted 2008
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