Apology or ecstasy?
A transcript of the midnight mass.
I held her.
Erotic spine stroked by fingers of the nerveless one.
So she smiled.
Warming of the heart began.
A troubled time in life.
Thoughts eroded by her naked skin beneath.
I caressed her.
Love was charging through the veins of fire.
Secrets in all its confused ways.
Secrets hidden trough manipulation.
I kissed her.
Crimson lips bled with the heat of desire.
Soft tenses mounted through the closing moments.
The snake bit its selected gem.
Shuddered nights of eternal bliss.
Hair of silk lies covered on his skin.
Chatter blankets every sordid deed with guilt.
But love enjoys its midday mass.
– uncontrolled & rambling.
© ed simkins