The Blood & The Bones

an adornment
the way your fingers
lay sweetly
and yet threateningly
across the place
where my neck
melts into my chest
moving slowly up
until I am reminded
of desire’s roughest deeds
and we will rise and fall
like peaks and valleys
as you slam into me
taking my breath with your grip
and yet fucking life back into
my deepest dirtiest needs
satiating the craving
to belong
to relinquish control
to submit
to be owned
to be me

the blood
& the bones