Nightfall on my Tongue

Nightfall on the tip of my tongue 
twists between your legs 
as I stab your lost worth 
held in my hands 
into your trembling body 
  
balancing you on my shoulders 
whispering 'beautiful' 
against your shiny smooth crevice 
with every lap i  taste your  thank you's 
a flavor like no other 
  
and I beg for more
  
like a flipped coin 
Your back lays on the earths floor 
folding you like paper 
I plunge to the deepest place 
our bones will allow 
grinding you into the ground 
  
I pound your insistence 
liquid sounds echo in skin rhythm 
Your hands stretch my welcome 
I drill your Universe 
until we reach oblivion