A word accepted
catapults ever toward
distant empty thought
Halls of hollow steps
march bitterly on trampled
linoleum dirt
Little room of quiet
padded window frames open
glassless lidless eyes
Steel bed of desire
cold guise of fragrant mercy
never fails to shed…a predilection for death
Cyber dots on spidery webs
conceal the truth,
tempting you to believe
there is more
Wanting the words to continue
believing in the mystery,
succumbing absently
to the overkill
The distance closed by a thread
of words typed on white,
endless margins of
fragrant backgrounds
Colored music notes
of ecstasy touch,
lie hidden behind cyber dots
on spidery webs
Bodies lust painted
Shimmering puddles of semen
Resplendent armor
Bonded lovers cry
Vocal chords strained weary
Night sings triumphant
Spent dicks faltering
Savoring sweet effusion
A twitch on a thread
Glancing beneath sheets
Moan stains on crimson passion
Lost words of pleasure
Clinging hands hasten
Clutching retreating biceps
Sated and content
Taste my love on your lips and tell me
am I sweetly tempting
Alas, you cannot feel these lips
nor taste our sex, my cyberlove
I see the words of lust driven desire
sprawled across the screen and I laugh
Nodding my acceptance
at the dirty secrets
Your cock tempts me with flattery
the sweat on your chest glistening
The video stutters and I gasp
and I watch in shameless awe
Until next time, my cyberlove
where we can meet and indulge
Our secrets will remain suspended
in the void between the commas
He breaths me in
with his whiskey words
taking my saliva with him
He turns his head
and I see the purple scar
where a rope kissed him
His deeds my deeds
we share the heated stares
wrapped in me and him
His cock tips and bows
before me like a subject
I am King to him
breath
expelled openly upon skin
pleasures
dark moist spaces
gasps
lavished on lust hardened pillows
penetrate
sweat stained air
cries
hit pain driven desired hands
faltering
finding release
moans
mewling under twin sized sheets
dissipating
orgasm heat
sighs
laden heavily with remorse
acknowledging
abandoned limbs
the bitter taste of his lust
sits on my tongue like battery acid
blisters form
he defiled the sanctuary
creating pustules of angst
he cheated me out of my revenge
and i spit the bile from aching lips
all is gone
i no longer feel the need to cling
to vines of dripping oil
the bitter taste of his lust
will dissipate like steam spouts
as i move further
into fog shrouds of dried tears
and grasp no more at tethered loins
GL Roberts Books 