I want to kiss the lightning from your lips
Feel the thunder of this storm crash into our abdomens
Leave a giant purple stain across my ego
In a shade more endearing than the gray before
Necrotic with the marks of countless fingernail regrets
Put to rest upon my wan moonlight bed
And slide fingers into the vortex of your pleasure
Pull the orgasm of your eyes down into your belly
Warm, soft, and supple as the stars it shines
My appendages cold and rough with calluses of want
With a pink afterglow I pull away and rest my head
Light with the airs of contentment thick upon my brow
As I slip upon you, a figure ivory, carved and marble
As soft as the finest Chinese silk brought across long roads
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