Black hole of delight

A bottomless bottle of vintage champagne
that I want to eternally inhale and taste.
A carnivorous flower, a colorful bait
right on the fulcrum of a luscious face,
devouring my senses, my mind and my code
till my skeletal self spills out fossilized.
A prison of breath, of words, of lust,
my ecstatic fantasies behind carnal bars.
Rubber-like flesh, like a child I torment:
I bite, I press, I roll, I smack.
Hypnotized bug on an incandescent bulb,
I never get tired even after I'm charred.
I am totally doomed:
like a faint ray of light
I'm pulled by her massive
black hole of delight.