Thrice denied
I squelch the snarl in my throat
The shakes keep me humble
Scraping for the push hit
Lips to nape
Feral moans at your hairline
Devine

I'd slit a throat for the wash
And watch blood pool and coagulate
Such a sweet metallic savor
Write to me
Poetry
From heaven and or hells chambers
Just a drop of water upon my tounge
A single trembling drop