Flesh Machine

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My spine coils and curves
under the clamp of your
hard hands
Thighs slick with oil
shudder under your weight
Our heat fills the air
sharp, metallic
Your tongue like molten lead
in my mouth
Mounting, we are
piston-pushing,
your steel rod piercing
the hollow within
We meld into one
hot furious pounding
Sparks igniting my skin
Quicksilver flash--
a burst of wet steam
Emissions of rusty moans
scraping together,
grinding,
slowly unwinding,
this flesh machine.