This moment reaching across miles
exposed as always in front of you.
No boundaries this body is yours,
molded like clay by your hands.
Desperate and depraved it all smells like you now,
your scent inside me and part of who I be,
who I become,
who I cum to see is me,
Fills and covets and ravishes it all
till all of it is gone and born new in your eyes.
It is your voice I hear
comforting and harsh
broken and real.
At once here with me and so far.
When you rip into this flesh
nothing but a memory
and show the tender marks, I will.
For all to know
it is you…
and all that is left.