the color of sin

white silk see through dress
smashed the marriage 
sworn oath 
cracked length un—
wise, she closed his eyes
with dirty fingers 
moving

along muscles and looks
sharp—edged, 
neon lights were 
limp electric on a
sign, surrounded by bouquets
of stinging
paper wasps and
bursts of
spiny backs tripping
on dance
on sin, 

drenched in white sweat,
offering her a tongue,
licking
on a firm breast,
slides a hand down a 
belly, she strokes 
to get a part 
hard, 
bony in a bottom pink,

excited nymph thigh wraps
tight,
low smelling a scent,
into velvet,
white silk pulled up
unspeakable
lust, dark hair skull
pull,
rock—pushing
brunt,

arched back,
soiled reputation, immaculate
slate like uneven 
black—board
dust
erase,
invitation, pelvic bone
stretches skin, sexy curve
of a waist,
muscle tightened, wants
her again,

soot—black lashes slit
venetian
blind open
moans in her warm
hair, random screaming
impatient, laying
on a pure naked body,
ready to repent,
lust swells in a night, he runs 
fingers down her
jawline and 
neck,

her hands like cuffs in a 
vice—squad,
the wait to be uneasy, similar to
matches in a box
waiting to smoke
light,
she. tastes of spilled whiskey on 
the edge of a glass
he. can’t wait to sip 
it slow and
get drunk…

Copyright © 06/17/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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