harlot

november 21st, 2018

she always feels him
writhing, a form above hers
fingers dig into forearms
in ecstasy, a fantasy
intrinsic desires meet and explode
she opens herself for him and he fills her
feeling him, filling her
and without him, she is empty

he has been here before
in different forms
different bodies
she speaks their language
understands their desires, her desires
they love her
they love her body as it falls before them
they love her mind as it cracks theirs open

held or helpless, she feels at home
fading consciousness, body consumed
every man, every soul, a cosmic memory
as they paint her with unforgettable colors
of love, lust, fear, pain
infinity

why is it that she always falls prone
before the men of old who desire her
the hottest commodity
who can afford me?
im here to be stolen
yet they pay full price
to feel me

* back to drops *