Emollient

I find no beauty in the light of my horizons, so I dance dangerously on rooftops of sin. Search endlessly through musky dusk and milky ways, to find cinders and embers; this love. Arrest, I attest my heart: Plundering tegument as emollient as a bald scrotum. Brush my cheek on the foreskin of the moon. Wipe my lips of the traces of its beams. Still hungry. Churning, burning, all esurient and emitting steam. No denial would separate this radiant darkness from consuming me. I render unashamed and ingest madly with the passion of black holes... for you're stunning and I'm helplessly in motion. Time is vacant, like me, in moments like these when I partake of the forbidden fruit; so juicy. Can one blame me? I found no beauty in the light of my horizons, so I danced dangerously on rooftops of sin.