treat my soul
like a whore:
twist my hips
and let my throat
feel your veins.
rub down me,
sandpaper skin;
whisper twisted,
tender-cruel thoughts
in my ear, let them fire:
rend the air surrounding
my sticky stone walls.
skate my bones
and hold me down
with ash handprints
on my ribs, a burning wet
falling from your mouth.
leave me under your feet,
dance barefoot down my back.
my claws will tear down your thighs
and you bring the rapier to my flesh,
swallow each groan
as it slides in pink sweat.
grin when my tongue
refuses to let you go.
don't be scared to lose yourself
inside me.