Whispers

your voice is its own poetry 
sex-dripped noir     
mouth in black and white 
slain over mine 
tongues stitched together 

your breath     
sings of the city 
of smoke 
alleyways 
gaslight 
your black trench coat 
shielding my naked flesh 
from the night 

you galvanize me 
but this love is a prison 
a room I cannot escape 
the walls papered 
in your words 
your moans at my ears 

sometimes I get chills 
thinking of you 
fingers lightly fluttering 
down my spine 

if I'm alone and can't be seen 
I caress my skin 
my breasts 
licking my lips 
savoring the taste 
of your name 
whispering from them 

all day I imagine 
your hands 
slowly raising my skirt 
your palm 
at my petal-soft sex 

your fingers 
dancing along the part of me 
stretched wide with yourself 

I want you 
slurring     
pushing into me 
your eyes piercing 
into mine 

as you swallow my screams 
with your mouth 
and tongue