The weight of the leather corset stains and suspenders
of braille tracing whispers on my skin, each syllable
a fingernail tattooing a lusting eclipse as your tongue
speaks in psalm and the rope-burns twist, in shilouette
of the bedpost…taboo. A night of obsidian without stars
as I count the beats between your teeth and the pulse
of my wrists bound to the headboard with your scarf
with sweat and sin, listening to the crickets…
hoping the suspenders of braille never end
Rated for Mature(17+)
Corset Stains
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