Have you been experienced?
Something like Jimmy, only not so much.
Bare breaths in the lobby,
xrays b-lined to your bumps
That rape whistle falling meekly from your delicate fingers.
Do you love yourself
enough to be experienced by me?
Property without a tag.
Scentmarked branded and hauled down to your knees
baying and mewling under protests of
more.
Please.
Experienced like velvet vapor on my tongue,
sapphires lit and crumbled on my fingertips
a thousand stars birthed and expunged the instant of a sigh
dialated eyes, nervous flittering hands
wandering the corpreal fantasia of being.
I can experience you.
High, low, ecstatic in the discard.
That's when you're loved the hardest.
Desperately, against a cold wall.
Wrists pinned. Protests muffled to a misty release.
Wet, soft and warm.
The way all good things should be.