Into My Hands

The dark time
draws near, the
Flesh against steel.

As to relate
To hard column
Held in high
asteem.

The overflow
transforms, crimson
Caress sending
Chills down the
Vertabrae.

Unclear the
Surroundings
Remain, on
Fog-filled
Box social calls,
The end comes quick!

The rag ripped
Off living
Instructions,
Stuffed into
Verbal oraface,
Finish to reach
The understanding plain.

Pleasure returns,
Clothes drop to
Entertain the
Audience within.

A resounding cheer
As entry connects the
Queer, slippery chamber
Clutches fear.

Satisfaction obtained,
Retreat into the closed.
The player lays across
The surface, unknown
Till the morn.