As I gently caress
the bruises
you left on my neck
I'm re-living
those dangerous
feelings
that only we
could share
together.
...I'm still on a high.
But why did you talk of leaving my bed?
She could never love you like I.
I know
you'd miss
my intense fingertipped kiss,
invitiations,
incitations,
and that thing
I do so well with my breath
...just for you
to keep you alive
in those split seconds
between life and death.
Would she play
your favourite sport
and share the darkness of
...la petite mort.
Just like WE did a moment ago.
Yes just like a moment ago
...But now I'm back
and as I pause
to light a cigarette
I'm wanting to know
Why did you have to speak of her ?
You must have realised
that
those dark
melancholic musings
of whips, of fur
would chill my mind
into voyeur
and turn me dangerously on.
Lying here
I'm erasing your words
from my mind 'til
all that I hear,
are the midnight chimes
from our precious
gilted clock
tick tock, tick tock
and the world will turn on it's axis.
Then I know
it will be too late
and as another day arrives
I'll kiss you one more time
I know that this time
Is the last time
because this time...
I didn't give you my breath
and bring you back to life.
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