I Like to Write Stuff

it is the drawn out drag
of the tongue against iron
piercing the valleys that lie below
and toppling the rise of a hilt
against the cheek of sin

rippling over boundless chills
that captivate my captive
within a mass of hardened flesh
and exhaling mercilessness
across his painstaking still thighs~

it is a savory sweet bitterness
to be opened and to succumb
to your effervescent senses
and to lock your wandering blinks
of the ever present minds-eye

while relinquishing all rights
to your howls of ecstasy
into the hands of the one who
trails her ruby-red, sharp nails
up and down your spine...