He walks with me His voice Angelic and sweet Primal he breathes Through slightly clenched teeth Wanting me Taunting me Slowly raising up the heat In me I accept This open invitation Offer up My own interpretation Of spiritual bliss Slight bite with my kiss My chest pressed To his Pain Sparks In my mind Slightly Stimulates And separates Us from them Bite me Harder Just below my ear Heart beat Quickened breath I love being queer The power of he When he’s next to me like metal and steal Of some Sweet machine Crotch rocket Or jet plane Adrenaline pumping Through every vein And sweat so sweet That sour seems Discreet And poison is but Wine Made right With time