Edging,
tempered as a beaded quickening, as your fountain drains its creed.
Taste the passion,
seeping from my tongue
my fleshy feather
of thieving fury,
into your wounded throne
of control,
your modesty evaporates,
as a scalded vapor
excavating your
Syrian Aramaic birthright.
and the ahhh’s,
slip from your scar-dusted vault of honey~
a full blooded body bloom
in the earthiest of raptures
a swelled knight is a ridden temple,
where altars bleed~
bending the afterglow,
as Eros, sips the spectacle-
of our sutured respire.
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