Is-lnds

so slip, i stumble. fumble with the doorknob and your key falls with me im falling into - there you are                                    i see you in these ports and the sea foam shades of the fog that parts at dawn the day before i find myself - here you are i want to be left alone but - it was the taste, salty and too sweet it was too much and my tongue is not appeasing or the tricks that tease - come close. still this one last time there’s something underneath your skin steady i want                              inside you - to see, how i memorize you in every gasp that splits the air around us and when you cum - crashing

somewhere between, aching to feel me ache inside you - against the wall to the left, and watching me - watch you - want me all over again : a second coming, there was something sacred - divine even in the way of watching the whimpers ripple up from your throat, opened.   over and overrunning your tongue - eager. drips, off and onto parted lips. a prayer for relief sent aloft - rescinded. listen sinner - no offense was ever pardoned with prayer. never a saint, saved without a sacrifice. there are no such things as martyrs among     the living.