Wednesday, June 12, 2013

grips my flesh skin
slips hard
seeping fingers, hands
and fingernails
create temporary marks
on embedded cells
of sweaty palms
& saliva covered
limbs that wrap
themselves between
tangled hair & legs
woven in between the
sheets our breath
is motionless for
hours in a dimly
lit room with a flame
of poison that
lines the ceilings and
walls that watch our
every move is a sliver
closer to what
heaven intends us
for God's power &
possession of sexual desire.

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