The most beautiful story ever written On our mattress

Within the crumbled razors of papercuts yet to come
The ones that didn't tumble in favor of making the cut above
My ink stains are something of genetic substance and reproductive
Seductively sinking into a breathable product upon uttering
So let me spread you wide under binding
Put to bed this chapter and illustrate your ocean shellacked eyes
No table of contents for your body is my object
And I plan to read you front to backside
Engross myself in the satisfaction of enacting
The most beautiful story ever written
On our mattress
When sentences break down under words below waist
And I place you in a state of wishing you had some to say
But the moans in your throat speak a language of their own
And your body is fluent in my accent of kiss spoken
From lips into folds of skin, areola and in up to crack of chin
Inner thighs express speech restless and writhing beneath my adjectives
If its a sin to satisfy a body beyond the capacity of nerve endings
Then may a God strike my lips while I fill this script dripping heaven
My tongue ink stained from lapping paper under age
Raised with the love of word play my better half of a second nature
I'm a slave to the space in between your opened lips
Where the wishing well of painted by number stars furnish the home for all of this literature
Where I can enter into
You
By way of tongues twisted
In inches
That separate us only from skeleton
Our layers break away
Shells of sinew disintegrate
And within you two magnetic fields merge
Attracted by fate and polar similar
The sky reacts in place of spiritually awakened talk
Carving heartshapes in puddles of cut and spliced veins rainwater
And recycling the daily runoff