Personal Knowledge

The cigarette smoke danced like butterflies;
as we slept intertwined like the most experienced contortionists.
Mangling and molding out bodies together like twisting vines.
Wrapped up in sheets of eight hundred thread count cotton.
Skin and flesh blanketing our every move.
The bond shared between organ and bone.
And never ending fingertips along every contour the body takes shape.
Veins of mass destruction;
Limbs tied in knots.
Rotting away desires and experience.
We scream;
  Like monsters.
Throwing away facades and bleeding away fantasies.
Invincible are we, through crucifying the scarlet letters on eachother's back.
Composing a symphony of "mmm's" and "ahhh's";
Reaking with a backsplash of alcoholic splurge.
Count how many bones my ribcage enhabits.
Enhancing the mandatory committment the physical acquire in the middle of the night.
Marks of sweat from the back of my knees cover those shaking shoulders.
Conquer the urges and vulnerability.
  and rub my inner thigh with intellect;
  scraping honesty into my neck.
Figuratively gouging my thoughts out.
We scream;
  Like monsters through the night.
My; inability to disattatch myself from your eyes;
filled with mortal disbelief.
A charming manifestation of new moralities;
And carnal knowledge seaping out of every pour;
Clogged with repentance.
Dividending emotions and truth; coordinating muscle mass-
  Purposely ignoring the aftermath.
We slept that night;
Like the most experienced contortionists.
The morning that comes with the harshest reality.
The rudeness of the sun blinding our eyes.
And bitter; like the blackest cup of coffee.
It doesn't suit my taste.
  -Nor satisfy