intimate secrets of my being spoken to the darkness.

how they seem less distasteful rolling off his hot breath.

this moment holds so many fragments of what has happened.

an elicit feeling, finding palms to fingers, laying intertwined.

the intimacy catches me off guard; i've become a glutton.

inhaling these moments, feeding the desire. his voice like

honey; thick and sweet. my mind sticks to every word.

but time holds no truth.

hell: nothing more than heat that makes sweat

tickle down my spine. the heat turned to flames.

his tongue split in two, slithering like a serpent, his

words contort to compensate for his actions.

my mouth to his to put out the fire; i taste her.