Prelude between Morailty

A ravage image of no substance.
Pushing me.
Thrusting me.
The poison of touch, oh so tempting it be.
The smokers substantial reality.

Scorching my fingers.
Numbing my toes.

The notion of lust, as I am sprawled on the floor.

Unlace me.
Unhinge me.

My silhouette grinning gladly.

Let me hear it.
I'll teach you to be proper.