My Pastime

You’re slipping

Fading from the

Lips of my love

You were close

So close to synergy

Close to oblivion

Sweet sticky sweat

Tasting of salt and

Warm anticipation

Sinful, beautiful devil

Taunting, teasing

My cat into heat

Your wicked gaze

Split my tail

Whimpering still

Mischievous withering

Where has my

Pleasure gone?

There is no connection
The ports collect dust

Ties are loose and tenuous
Ends are faded and frayed

Hell is in the fingertips
hovering over my breath

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