Baby boy! Pretty little thing, your flesh is So divine! Oh yeah, that's right; I like to watch it - i like to watch your flesh: subcutaneous fat padding tender hips Shifting on a creaky framework of bones. So beautiful, so divine, so delicious - I will have you for my own, Straight Boy, I will eat you, piece by Piece. First, your liver, then, your Brain, and finally, I will devour your confused little heart; I will bite through the muscle; and you will watch on as Blood that pumped through a brain that pushed away thoughts of hesitant homoeroticism, and a ***** that rose For me - INCUBUS!!! - dribbles down my chin... lifeless!
Her figure in my bed relaxes, half obscured by silk sheets; there’s a sweetness to her uncovered form, not in a way that is ****** or arousing, but for how it speaks of comfort in my presence like we are so adapted to each other that nothing is strange or foreign to us— even the vulnerability of nakedness.
And like a goddess, she pulls me in to her chest, a whisper of soft and beautiful flesh; there, I imagine us as once born from the ocean, with pearl strewn hearts and wanton eyes, as goddess meets goddess among seafoam and silk.
A new page turns: it’s midnight and all I see are dreams and glimpses of her, the ink from her snake tattoo dark on her wrist like a passing shadow, lean fingers layered with gemstone rings, jade feline eyes swallow me and spit me out.
I want to pull you in, and trace the ink written on your skin. It feels like stories to me, pages and pages of words transcribed along the flesh of Aphrodite. And, oh, to touch with is untouchable— the more I long for you, the more the venom of longing seeps into my untouched heart.