My heart is in complete silence.
Was it real...the pin pricks on my fingers.
The sweet taste of her sweat.
The salty aroma of her anticipation.
Silk raked across her skin.
Nails teased across her heavenly body.
And it keeps floating to the surface...
It insists on popping.
Who dares interrupt my revelry today?
What new hell?
What new travesty...
Who dares tread on this holy place.
Where I contemplate the profane
and the divine...
My sacred...
Your sin...
as I paint my vows on her skin.
Stiff.
Like death.
Like living.
Chained down... gagged... and pierced.
Violated...
Invaded...
Sullied...ruined... as I lay here... waiting for you to release me.
Release me from real.
Erase my emptiness.
Today...
Was it on the tip of my tongue...
or the tip of my thoughts?
