In the valley of sizzle

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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