If it’s being slayed

By hands that burn

Like you turn

Everything on

Just stopping short

Of turning the storm

Onto me -

In the thick of one lush kiss

Be my death wish

Like fingernails

Digging sharply into moist skin

Traces of sweat

Not committing to truths

Where all your eyes have been

Running over

Holding down

Just coming on over

From above

Who cares about love?

In such a moment of heat

So logic repelling

Lie so beat

Refuse to breathe

And not exhale

Tricks of enchantment

Playing by your rules

A sane man just turned your fool

So disturbing, this penchant to bewitch

Grave like a contagious itch

In a moment of rare humor

Stark infidel affections

Slowly steadily breathe

Your miniscule imperfections

Scratch the lines on your hand

And search for your skill

To kill

In your eyes

Wayward smiles promising

A prodigal sin

Eyeballs shooting moments

In a black magic spin

It’s a must

Let me be the first

Tiptoe in your black corridor

Of snakeskin lust

Shed any moment

Hold that moment

Before it goes

Open the trap

Even before we know

That just one lush kiss

One hit, no miss

Immortalized

Sensitized

One needful mistake

Set everything right

My fantasy kick

In your lush kiss

If it’s being slayed by your hands

Please be my death wish







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