ashen tongue

she wore
concrete stilletos
a razor wire brassiere
the thin line
of her thong
a fuse
my gaze set
aflame
as she strutted
across the room
with heavy steps
dripping lust

hungry eyes
follow
the trail of ash
as it traces
along the curves
of her gorgeous
frame
knowing
the gray will soon
be all over
my face

my ashen tongue
leaving trails
of soot
as the razor cuts deep
finger tips shredded
bloody fingerprints
tracing
the soft flesh
an act of self destruction
in waves
of pure physical pleasure

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