Acrobatics

I strip before him

acquiesce his

whiskey-laced whisper.

My body

a map of angles

contorting to his whim.

Shredded sighs

breathe vigor into the air.

Heart bare and beating

dripping

in his desire.

Mesmerized.

Agonized.

Paralyzed.

For one poignant pause

I am precious.

He gnaws on my nerves.

Starving, silent, sordid.

I am succulent.

He never rushes.

I am rainwater

cupped in his hands.

He slurps me up then

licks his fingers clean of me.