On Hold

I will be back with smut.
Right now there is no inspiration in this country.
Give me two months.

work in progress

When we fuck we are invincible
an inpenetrable fortress,
a giant fucking void of fear, love, longing and distain,

When we fuck we are invincible,
a machine chugging at full pace,
two objects captured, bonded in time

the tearing of the flesh, soft moans doubled and tripled into yelps
nails dragging, cutting
a soft suckling bruise on one thigh, now two

The pull of hair and hard grunt
flash of teeth, two mouths collapsing and clasping upon each other
Secrets once contained from within
now emerging with no hesitancy