ANAESTHESIA IN YOUR GAZE

Lips tender as they crush me

To lulling insanity’s sturdy chest

Arms flailing wildly

As your strength thrusts obedient modesty

Back into me,

 

And hands steady as they clench

To allow your surgically narrowed gaze

To inspect

The ragged structure of our combined DNA,

 

A doctor you would have me call you

As you slice into the yoke of our

Everlasting longing

For the way in which neither mind-numbing ecstasy nor agony

Compare

To the delicacy of the other’s

Plush tongue

Binding forgotten wounds

With the addictive serum dripping

From a spellbound look of orgasmically coaxed

Awe.

 

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