She waited to be taken ravenously her legs spread, her naked sorcery tempting me. She was the aperitif, main course, and dessert. So, I consume her like a starving man. My beard drenched in her juices,as my tongue fucks, and...

      Blooded early,     alone,     but it's a cinch:     just peeling skin on spattered rock to a pooling cry     gleaning god & grief with sharpened ease     fated late to survive (then thrive) with nowhere to hide...     a tear-filled alkahest  taking liminal shade 'neath a cool palisade     always teaching death with a bug-eyed splat or chipping a cough from...