and then
red appears
gelled, drippings of lust
like blood under fingernails
those claws that rake
desires down my back
red, deep
like some throaty
release, passion-borne, groin
into chest onto spasmodic tongue.
lively, feisty and daring
red, pleasureful
susceptibility and allowance
dire in the thrumming. the offer
bent over, gliding, grinding. soft
in desirous mid-moment smiles
red
a curse-laced chant
unbeknownst to your subdued
bulk of life. the unaccustomed
unaligned
oh god
oh ffffffuuuccckkk
then desolate,
red
a heart left behind when
time runs out. a heart
without body. incorporia
red
the strength of holding on
one more time, one more day.
gripping. white-knuckled. raw
and wrought;
red, our
red
melding
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