a touch so soft and gentle
caressing my skin
up and down your hands go:
curious
there is the heat
and the cold of
your palms when they
embrace me in the
places only you can reach

your skin pressing against mine
i hear the beating of your heart,
your breath; your body
dancing with mine until
there is light again
delicate, careful,
passionate, demanding—
so hungry we are
the air fused with desire
to be free you say,
to cleanse the mind and the soul

like wolves of the night
we sing the chorus of
a sinful hymn, a harmony
of pleasure; and i hear your calling,
innocent yet so intimidating
i follow your commands
your touch, so impatient, wandering,
guides me to the place we most belong
where every part of me is yours
and you are every part of mine

when it drips from his mouth
and splatters on the floor
painting his room like a ****** sunrise
and the light begins to watch his dance
from left to right
circles and circles, words and pleas
And he wrote on his wall in purple ink:

"Mercy is a kind man, his hands are warm and soft
he holds you like a child, he'll wrap you in a cloth
and when it's cold and dreary, and the howling doesn't cease
he'll toss you in his chamber, so the wolves can finally feast."