foreign yet familiar
the decadence
textures
intensity; heat
this fantasy
it's so real to me
too real
i feel drunk
he is intoxicating

itchy sticky
sweaty
fear
panic red
then salty tears

it's already raining hard &
my umbrella already broke &
i'm already soaked to the bone &
my shoes are already ruined so
why do i keep trying so
hard not to trip &

land in a puddle?

i guess resistance is futile

show me your teeth
sweetie
bruise me
is it bad
that i want
to lick your wounds
but i want you to wound me?

you'll never know
how many fantasies i've had about you



thigh to thigh

your aura makes me wet

i
will
be
scorched,
the flames will lick me loud
then slowly
turn to red embers
then even slower to coal

i want to crawl inside your skin
& live next to your heart

i want to be your fantasy &
i want to bleed into your reality
like ink droplets in water
blossoming

i want your scent to
overwhelm my nose
i want to lock away the memory of your
sweat & aftershave,
your sweet smoke & musk

lipstick on your fingertips
i left my mark

a ****** flower blooms under my skin
you left yours too