Fistfuls of the moon
A winged beast dispirited and weak
I have caught the crying disease

My flesh is inflamed, frenzied, and moist
A fervent appetite for you scorching inside
Our lips fasten as I ****** your mouth
Your hands are greedy and anxious
My fingers trace and roll on your face
Suckling your neck as I  worship you
Your seductive eyes glistening
Inviting lips pouty and full
Curvaceous and refined,  I touch your milky skin
I want to flow into you

My ******* become firm as you pinch and feast
Glistening from your taste
Peeling back my needs
As your tongue spirals around my heat
Hips rotating and lifting
Clamping unto you as you tease
A tide ruptures in the middle of me
Provoking lascivious thoughts
Whimpers escape gripping you

Your majestic body flushed
As your inviting lips kiss my womanhood
A unity for our  intimacy
Your virility entering inside my mouth
Taunting as you pull me near
I savor your flesh as you thrive

Filling the center of me
Your rising inside my passage melting inside
The dampness from our devotion
Interweaves you into me

Twirling gravel weeping in puddles of sorrow
Raging and flipping in the stream of life
Sharp stones that eat away at the flesh
Left abandoned descending into the earth

Ingesting my spine as it drips away
As the lingering scars defeat
Panic breaths force me awake

Grief paints me
In  misplaced moss
Where hazy stars are red with lace
Feeble and sunken into the  rain
Hollow hopes tangling the edge
My seam is frail and coarse
Ivory flesh with a dose of despair
My voice lies dormant stamped with reprieve

Faded perfume tonight on your neck
Shattered spine heartless and torn
As a wintry frost unfolds
Shamed moans that I believed
Leaving scars in the lowest trees