milk and honey...
eyes raised up to challenge...
focus...smile...take it all in...
I see you climb me like a tree...
like a mountain...
your back is a canvas for mi fingertips...
Out sized...
Your hair falls into place...
Into my waiting hands...
eyes falling...eyes rolling back...
Your lips are bleeding blood red...
I have only kissed them...
you are the abused...auto-erotic abuser...
Let the flame die...
but not the fire...this earthly desire...
when we don't see with light...
I'm drawing lines across your thighs...
around your stomach, mystified...
taking me everywhere, but gently moving...
Now the piano begins to fall...
we are dragged back into red...
and all the blood is electric...
I can feel it run within my veins...
it feels warm...it feels and fills...
Now it's time...
to forget about time and consequence...
just lie here beside me, love...
just enjoy this mess we're in...
Painting by 'Phillip Corey'
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