You have me bewitched...weaved around some magic wicked spell
It's like my body is mine no more
You have brought this woman out of her shell

How did you know where to find me
How did you know you could do this to me
How did you know control would be relinquished so easily

You are *** in every breath, every beat, and every motion
You are all of this and more without commitment and void of any emotion

You are a fire within my wondrous sea
A great burning rush that consumes me

The silky flick and swirl of your tongue on my flesh
Has brought me this intense current of desire
Your touch has magnified all my senses in a warm liquid fire

Your lips are soft and searing on the inside of my thighs
Your ******* a teasing length on my leg waiting to comply

Gasping... my lips are licked and bit in a wordless plea for more
As you start exploring and teasing my throbbing aching core

My thighs are now split on both sides of your hips
My breast in your mouth caught between your teeth and your lips

Our bodies melded together..heated skin on skin
Do not know where your limbs end and mine begin

To be desired by you is such a gift beyond measure
The submissive in me aiming to please and always give you pleasure

These are the stitches that fuse together wounds,
made by words,
made by mouths,
which cannot perceive what truth is,  
why it is, where it lays it's hands
in this putrescence we call home.

I am full of sinister self, ego wars within,
making my own Golden Goddess to worship.
Praying for faith
and still longing for pods of swine
in this flesh.

So where is the line in the sand?
My queen dresses in the guise of rags
which she prefers to a royal gown,
and I in pauper's cloth am none to chide her choice.

Streets are eroded and slow in  the heat of a Texas Summer.
Garbage piles up on all sides of the neon glow outside the dens of revel.
A noxious scent rises from the guts of the downtown chaos.
The last notes of the night become faint as the barkeep gives a last call
and weary youth stumble home on rusty wheels and
fresh memory.

Still there is a hunger
unsatisfied.

Guttural screams and the ****** beating churns all the more.
Walking west into the dying light, shadows linger about waiting to seize the Earth in their pseudo claws.
Twenty three miles to the next roadside solace, oasis of vending machine illumination,
the sickly sweet scent of ***** and pine trees, tall in the valley.
A symphony of dusk plays all around, echoes drive the wanderer ever forward, beyond the thin fabric of the known,
just outside the small town, big city, back yard chaos.
Letting the cards fall, jack of spades pops out his proud visage, lays in waiting to slay the king of diamonds and run with his rusted red crown. These are the dreams that stalk his mind, the arrowhead of onyx stone, seeking out the stag's flesh...
Awakes beneath a jagged tin roof on a bed of dead brown needles, damp from the night's war...
shadows are losing their grip as new life rises, standing with creaking joints, sore eyes.
Healing blisters in his worn down dime store boots that cling once more to the asphalt ,cool with the morn's wet kiss.
Nicotine courses through the veins alongside interstate twenty, as the faint remains of ash float over the lips to open air.
Once more the chatter falls silent, the invisible waves of a billion words gone as the road stretches out, mountains rise in the distance and there God sits, waiting...

I am lost.
In a concrete jungle.
And I am
the only flower
left.

Black etched, heavy clouds
Fell thickly off the mountains
A roiling cauldron
Dropping, down, down and over
The motel's glowing neon