Wrinkled dress under the bed
Gave lust the fucking it deserves
Audible words ended
Deciphered moans taken as prayer
The scripture in the top drawer
Taken for granted
Handcuff marks forever embedded in his soul
Wax burns her perfect skin
Her black hair pulled at the roots
Fantasy flawed reality
Soiled sheets no longer fastened to the bed
They ache at completion
Almost as much as I ached
Awakening from what I thought was reality
Realizing it will never go any farther
Than pictures in my mind
Even in sleep I sin
I await the comordary of the devil