saturn makes love

I've fed you..
Have had you coiled around my middle finger..
Have invoked you..
Been dreaming of you.
But I never knew you, who limps, cross eyed, blue clad, likes to make love
Maybe you always were.. I never knew how to feel the touch

Breath by breath, if one lives, one lives; Pick out thoughts and words out of one's head
Touch by touch, one will feel, time, saturn, poignance, slide across ones body, touching, feeling
making love..

Your lips are dry, cold as they brush across my cheek..
You dont touch my breasts, yours is not sensuality..
You press a hard long finger nail againt my nipple, it hurts so much, as if to punish my infidelity
You press your thumb at my throat, I dunno where exactly, but exactly where that can stop my breath
You grasp my sex. cold tension. I brace.
Its retributive. Its pain. It slows my breath down. And makes me still.
But still its such ..such ..erotic sadism...
blue saphire, cold fire, a twirl through a mire, erotic sadism...