Whore slept on me

Whore slept on me,

her body rubbing mine,

moans echoing in her mouth,

breath dancing in me.

Her kiss on my chest—

my body blooms

like raindrops on a wilted flower,

like fire meeting cold in the desert.

Endless night.

Endless void.

Endless desire.

I welcome her into my room

to erase it all—

the night,

the void,

the weight in my balls.

As she lays on me

like the sky on clouds,

she says:

“My pussy locked in your desire,

I locked my pussy in your money.”

I touch her trembling lips.

She looks at my soul

peeling out of this body.

I say to her:

“Life is an endless battle.

The battles end in our soul.

Fly with me in this dark room.”

With our secret pact,

we make a heaven on earth

inside this room.