my impatience tests your resolve,
but you know my body, a master of your craft,
an artist who has finally found his muse,
you splayed me open, gouged out my seeds,
and whispered benedictions on my lips
as you devoured my secrets.
a devout, you came back for more.
the taste drove you mad, didn’t it?
seconds soon became thirds,
i traced my sins on your lips,
and you soundly swallowed them whole.
twisting away from the very thing I crave,
I arch and scream as the fire kindling
within me, leaves me senseless.