sweat dripping down my inner thigh
I can feel your tongue there.
and there
and there.

beads are trickling down my ******* and I can feel your hot fingers
touching me there
scratching me here
molding me to your will.

languid, dripping, indulgent. those are the words I like.

it feels like ******* mexico in here
******* mexico
lying on the beach
being devoured by the hot sand
searing my flesh to the core
until I am nothing but black ash
darker than your shirt. darker than the black ink of your tattoo.

darker than what I think my soul resembles.

but I can feel you, baby. I can feel your hands on me. I can feel the noose around my neck.
I can feel it all. I can feel
your breath
against my neck
making me hotter than the ******* mexico inside my room.

there is wet everywhere but my throat.
it drips down
like the wax on my fingers
drip
drip through my mind

fire burning my soul and my skin
can you feel the heat, daddy?
have i been good enough for a sip of water?
or will you leave me parched and dizzy. begging.

smoke rings are piling up and I can reach through them to touch you
can't I? can I?
I can feel everything I can feel it all
tell me talk tell me what
what is going through that mind
those eyes
what is behind those eyes? what dark thoughts? could they be any darker than mine?

I doubt it. you say.