Take me,
Lover.
Thy skeletal embrace.
Cold pulling at my lips,
Cracking & splitting.
Experience ebullism,
One PSI at a time.
Apparently,
I don’t need that much oxygen to live.
Wild thrusting in the dark.
Lightless space.
Flailing limbs.
Sweaty moans.
Silence is a beautiful song.
Let me hear it.
Thy Skeletal Embrace.
