We make love like we're godless forsaken, broken bodies. That have lost their souls somewhere on the cusp of ecstasy. We make love like we are made up of starving mouths ,urgent palms gasping lungs .You pull me under,I capsize .The way we touch is unholy death spark in the static air.The way we kiss is sorcery ,your lips are like satellite that orbits my body and I am spent    spent    spent from you touch .