His cold hand sinks down on my chest
Burdened by a heavy wheeze, a – breathtaking passion dances to the
fervent pressure, pushing down at – besotted sounds, springing forth from
this glass-like breast – this fountain, an enamored statue
ready to burst, a sinner – crying, brown eyes looking down and
parched of thirst. A bitter tang – as she licks the sweet residue of juice
that furs over my tongue. Dizzy nausea, – around the bitten apple, she smiles,
visual this punctured lung, clawed and – by the potency of this passion that it
squeezed over by his cold palm that – ignites.
I cannot breathe. Let me breathe.
Aroused in a union of love and hate unfound.