Intimacy: Vol.3

What I thought was love

Was really a serpent's hug

Squeezing the air out of my lungs.

With my chest compressed,

On her lips a kiss feeding me venom so sweet

I felt blessed

"How much more could I ingest?"

Was the test.

I have a high tolerance for toxic shit,

I confess.

She was the best at lay ups

In my lane like Artest.

And I stayed wrapped up

In her

Like locks in a head dress.

Intoxicated with her "angelic nastiness"

Crippling my senses.

The vapors in my bedroom left me senseless

I need rest.

Building my resistance,

I wonder if she's

this infectious with everyone she sees

Or is it just with me she increased

the potency of her hypnosis.

Numbing everything including my emotions.

As she sat in my lap,

Lips tightly wrapped,

Levitate me to the ceiling

In the same act of passion

Love , light, and laughter...

Left me,

Longing for an empty feeling.

Now rocking her hips

A lustful lullaby.

My loins leaking, releasing, submitting to her depth,

I'm sleeping.

She's creeping around the room collecting the

skin she shed.