bathroom sex with busboy

Your fingers were sticky with love pouring from my permanent wounds.
I learn to love from your sighs and stale kisses.
Your hips tease me. please.
Open eyes, open legs.
Open mouths.
Your skin tastes like cloves and burnt coffee mixed with sweat..
He gasps for fuel for fucking.
They are so real.
His eyes roll back in his head with every move...

i can fuck the words that cum from his mouth.

And overhead our hands collide and cling for some sort of simple intimacy,
Love could never feel this good.
Thank fucking god this isn't love.
At this very moment, I am so fucking in love.
I AM LOVE.

There is no conscience in the removal of facades.
There is no conscience in the removal of clothing.
In our stall of sanitized insanity, we suck out the last bits of reality.
There is no way to hide from fucking an honest stranger.

let me damn splintered lips with chapped thoughts.
let me fill you in on what is missing in your thoughts of pleasure.