Hands laced in kerosene
Strip naked and bare
Touching him
Emptying out woes in the form of tongue kisses.
His nudity paints into canvas
Carelessly smears art into desire
All of his need hung on display
For judging eyes
Vacant intimacy smelling of little black dresses
Hung over bathroom stalls
Reddened lips
Sweat glistens in fluorescence
Stale moans hang in the air
Clouds of smoke
Filing lungs, suffocating and
Scorching the chest cavity
The depths of his sea cradle him
Threatening to spill too soon
Cumming in a rage past a dam
Flooding into a body it does not love
The fire does not last.
It burns every inch of body
Only to leave him with ashes
And an empty bathroom stall
Bodies ache
Bodies weep
Bodies need
Bodies breathe
Bodies fuck
Bodies touch under sheets
About the Creator
kai toliver
this is my journey to words.
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