Climax

The cigarette finished
Its corpse dispersing into the air

Pink lips expose brutal teeth
Tongue sneaks a taste inside

Hands hold together, I follow yours
From the heart, to the stomach, to the cock

Zipper unloosens, I see its
Presence, eager and throbbing

Mouth opens
Feeling an unknown weight inside

It’s your grace
Ready to implode inside of me

Hands hold the back of my neck, a moan expels
While my throat is pushed

Caressing my hair, your dirty hands touch my face
I await a climax

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