Trembling shivers
Slide their way
Across my skin, in waves.

Fragile bark coats the weeping willow,
Who's insides have been infested with termites.
They'll devour her core and leave her empty
While still appearing full and plenty,

'Til she begins to rot.

Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a *****; she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****.

Starlight, quite bright,
Shining in the dark, tonight,
Give a light 'til darkness, fright,
And hide away, from me.

With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn.

And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.

Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

Contently lying, confined
yet camouflaged, in the ripples
lay every word unsaid,
through years of
  restless comforts...

Sleeping in positions
comfortable or not,
still gets us rest.

As to define a good nights sleep;
     I couldn't tell you.
    I've slept soundly on floors, and in cars,
   But these nights I toss and turn
  Leaving nothing in wake
But these
Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

He fell in love with the shell of a woman,
Whos eyes sparked from harshness.
Whos skin was chilled by the idea of lust.

"I swore I've seen a happy you,
And it was the most attractive thing I've ever seen."
What he saw was just a gleam -
Of someone that had never been.

It's not love, I tell you.
"But I swear my love is true."

I'll carve his heart right out,
Cause it wasn't love, I have no doubt.
I'll tell it to his face, that this was a mistake.

"Don't give up."

Why not?