her words/my skin

her quicksilver
tongue
runs along
the indecent
curve of my
feral desire

her smile
a razor
carving my inferno
into bonfires
to guide her fingers
around my heart

her breath
across my flesh
my scars erupt
in neon
my pulse adapting
to her rhythm

her jagged pierces my smooth, our venomous blood no longer sated by raging hell in our own veins, coil together in a soulshimmer tempest in barely restrained destruction, reducing us into our elemental forms until faint lines of strata are the only differentials that remain between our unnatural disasters

a symphonic reduction in muted notes reconstructing fundamental passion as perceived in the clouds of steam while her fiery lips write poetry on my icy skin under the light of the rising sun

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