(untitled)

he wants to know what it feels like
so I tell him.
it feels like fucking bliss
an explosion in some unseen part of me and
somehow familiar despite
the strange hands on my
waisthipsbreastscunt
some other mouth covering my body
a titillating blend of strange and familiar
I like it maybe even
crave it like a fierce unanswered yearning
blossoming in my second chakra
glowing orange
as he nears me
that predatory glint in his eye
he wants me wants me and I
can feed off that desire
a goddess am I
oh honey, worship me
kiss like burning napalm through my blood
and I can't help myself anymore
succumbing to the soft embrace
rough kisses
desperately moving against me
looking for clarity amidst desire
and
the ending
is more
than satisfactory.
no.
I can't say it.
so instead I put his
hand on my waist
smile like he's a stranger
say
different.