Going Down (In Flames)
 
 
Let the gravity of you and me
Pull you down this spiral.
Feel your soft flesh burn while insides turn,
Use this wet lust as our survival.
 
The heat of your mouth heads a dangerous south,
My knees Quiver with delicious sin.
Your tongue-tip crush spikes the glorious rush
Of blood beneath paper-thin skin.
 
Lifelines flatten, I scream a Tempest red satin
From my neck, to my thighs, to my feet.
A Hot scalpel incision Marks the point of collision,
A tender place where our bodies meet.
 
Writhing and twisting, with your breath still insisting,
I demand and command not to cease.
This lust painted blood in a deliberate flood,
Boils up in my veins for release.
 
With a final blow that corrupts my body erupts
And spits fire and ash to the sky.
In this moment serene, gears are thrown from the machine
Into the space between you and I.
 
After the force has subsided and our worlds have collided,
I whisper thanks so discrete.
But instead of a flame you simply became
A smoldering ruin at my feet.