Chocolate Eye

A teasing rhythm was drip, drop, dripping,
his breath forbidden to my neck.
These movements slid in; his hot, hands, hastening,
towards my very weakness on death’s doomed deck.

I turn my cheek towards blind goodbyes,
it burned my hotspots, his drip chocolate eyes.
My heel to his toe then his left to my right,
I parted from his skin sucking glue from the light.

He took me by both arms and turned me right around.
A round clasp on my wrist rattled really loud.
Two arms behind my back, I realised then they were mine.
Like two snakes caught in a knot by his circular grind.

His hand ran up my thigh; and in time you may note,
it went up really high and stopped at my throat.
This forced a heart's rip, skip, skipping its own beat,
love replaced by crimes, held down by a man's heat.

He placed his hand oh so tenderly invasive,
covering my mouth when silence sounds persuasive.
I saw in his gaze there was something not there,
Deep in the eyes where his soul seemed quite bare.

Dripping, drop, drip rhythms are just for teasing.
Necks are forbidden from breath, and my breathing.
Stop, hastened hands, your heat sliding movements,
Doomed by death’s weakness towards my very delusions