Squander a boiling
sigh as my finger
oscillates down the
curvature of your jawline,
viewing the dilating
galaxies spastically
sashaying into your
subconscious,
your murmur freezes
in sanguine contrails,
lower lip quivering
rhythmic pulse undulating
goosebumps rising
on placid areoles.
Glistening dew
resonates shimmering
along your body,
pheromone vapor slips
fervently into the silence
igniting a grandiose firework
fiasco between your thighs,
moistness seeps
from an Elysian chamber
my drifting finger
traipse gingerly along your
hips to the valley of honey
dew drops that awaits.
Slowly, a wave of quiet
ferocity begins to beguile
your staggering form,
a thousand streams
of harmony collapsing
your third eye,
brewing feral toxicity
you gawp into the depths
of my lanterns to
steal a broken kiss,
to accept death
from tantric bliss.