My nerves. Shot. Seized. Torn. Clenched. Muscles Ciezed. Tense.
His hands, I am like butter.
I melt. I love. I cum.
My ribs and bones. I breathe. I moan.
My ribs and blade. I hitch my breathe, I gasp. I loose air.
I moan a death. Over the steam and the hot air.
My cry, is like your arc of cum.
Like the words pouring out from a preachers mouth,
a hymn of rock and roll.
a song that ends with my pain strewn all across the floor, in the water on the tiles.
Spilt pain, spilt tears.
I am weak.
The pit of my stomach empty, empty, I cum.
My pain. It drowns.
Sorrow like a crushed spine.
Like bones and shattered flesh.
Torn from the spirit, the soul the septum.
Like a hand around my throat, my eyes wide.
Pierced like lead.
Hot like head.
Steam, loss, death, pain, mercy, breath.
Graces. Your graces.
A sick body and a beautiful soul.
Shaking. Violent like mercy.
Nerves shot. Seized. Empty. Unsure.
I ask.
One second of reassurance. One look. One beat. One heat. One Flesh.
One hold. One moment. You.
