Sensuality

Sensuality
Is the eye of a mirror.
Lips of a black hole,
Whispering sensory surrender.

The scent of detailed leather
Wrapped in cigarette smoke.
Artisanal cologne,
And the heavy autumn breeze.

Fingers on bare skin,
Charged rods on polished copper.
An electronic composition,
The heavy bass of the heart.

Battery acid on the inhale,
And luscious smoke on the exhale.

It’s the blood in my veins
Replaced with lighter fluid and honey.

Then set completely on fire.