tracing the vibrations
traveling in her low moan
as my lipsteethandtongue
explore the hollow
of her elegant neck
my fingers deftly trace
hungry symbols down
the curve of her spine
a sacred benediciton
the salt on her flesh
fills my fevered mouth
with an insatiable thirst
her breath in my ear
shattering the chains
binding the gates to
the inferno raging bound
behind blackened ribs

she is the ocean
i strive to
navigate these currents
impossible to chart
yet so achingly
sublime that to drown
is a fondest dream
an amateur cartographer
seeking the edge of
forever in her smile


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