He fell through me that night,
rolling off of my tongue.
Laying dumbfounded on the floor
in gaze through my eyes,
searching for more than was there.

Like the latex of the trojan
he stretched over my skin,
encompassing me in his fervor.
Burning within his pants,
the bulge of love--persistant.

It was nimble and quick--
a purging of unsteady souls
rolling in the balance of hard
insidious foundations. In to the hilt
I was found--all past time gone.

Like the latex of the trojan
I swallowed him whole, filling
myself to contentment. I wasn't letting
go--he twitched, resisting--
but in the end

he gave me his load.

Devotion. He devoured
my existence
with a single band of gold.

11/04/2004

Posted on 11/04/2004
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