I always have a taste for you,
feel the heat calling out to me,
the silent signal to part open.

To press your wetness against me,
the slow curve inwards
stops breath for just a moment,
pausing to let me hear the tornado
wrapped around your turbulent heart.

I've survived many storms before
but I don't want safety anymore.

Even if it's going to hurt,
I'd rather be torched than to know
embers cooled to dust for nothing.

Just remember that you also drew
so very close to the hunter,
remember the silence overtaking
was the final calm about to be
obliterated by an inescapable frenzy.

Needs have been coiling inside us,
it's why I simply can't pull away,
why you shiver with anticipation
when I finally begin to see

Your madness holds an inescapable brilliance.

And I always have a taste have for you,
fingers pumping and withdrawing
only as a speechless signal for us to lick,
to clean your glistening nectar together.

The slow breach inside is a battle cry,
caging our breath for just a moment,
long enough to note the violent tornado
that's been circling around your tired heart
and the waking opalescence of my own.

I've survived many storms before,
but I don't want safety anymore.

I want the unknown hues blooming
through your widening pupils,
the reflected sky in them speaking
a cosmic tongue of racing stars.

I'd rather see those constellations collapse
than to know we soared high for nothing,
even if it's going to eventually hurt,
torch me with all that you are.

Just remember that you know
the way I surge in your presence,
know how my teeth against your neck
can record turbulent veins thrumming.

Needs have been roaring inside us
as engines breaking free from cages,
it's why you refuse to pull away now,
why your depths shudder molten waves
after parting to pierce yourself with me.

Your madness holds an inescapable brilliance.

It makes me a moth diving into the flame,
gliding up and down swollen lips,
signaled to claim you with a thrust,
with the deep fiery burst you crave.

We've survived such turbulence before,
but we don't want safety anymore.

We always have a taste for one another.