His eyes like liquid
Gold stare into mine
I cannot breathe now.
A cemented grip
Locks me in, when I try to
Cross his neat boundaries.
Rusty hair and cold
Hands are a blur in his
Swift movement at night.
Cotton candy lips
Brush up-down, on marbled skin
Shivers take my sense.
With a body like
Rock hard stone, he molds to mine
Soft humanity.
