Over you

I am consumed
Foolish
Brought loosely
To my knees.

I have men everywhere I turn.
All over the place.
Ubiquitously haunting corners
Imbedded in the fat of my brain.
In the wisps of my watery soul.

I am sick.

Tenderly pushed over the edge with jealousy
With possessiveness,
Madness.
For someone who cannot be mine.
Is mine.
An affair
Of acidic poisons.

I could never have enough of you

In ten million years.
More.

I am Sick.

I desire flesh.
Your smell, your taste, your body.
If you were here
I could make you feel things you never felt before.
Erotic Exorbitance. Endless.
Evermore. Evermore. Endless evermore.

And you come back and say to me;

Never. No more.
You have the pulse of a corpse.
And the soul of a guillotine.

And I will take it like I have to.
But I don’t promise not to punish you first.

Because I won’t have another like you.

There isn’t another.

I would surrender all to you
like an overdone roast-
fall smoothly
gently
apart at your touch,
My lips
My legs
Like butter.
Slippery and silent.
For one more bleeding
Of You.
Into me.