i hope he can't get enough of me
even though i shouldn't want anything to do with him

the intimate feeling of my lips slowly caressing your skin
makes me crave a feeling
makes me crave to show love
lust is like a storm
but so is my love

fingers latched onto a cliff, slowly slipping off
even when i fall
i never die

i've done the dirtiest things with you but i've never felt so clean

like my bodies submerged in cold wet gray sand
It's not night nor nowhere near it
it's the middle of the day but the sky is gray, lifeless, there is no sun
the water is crashing against some distant rocks and
the birds are screaming

carefully unlace the leather punctured into my lips, undo the intricate patterns steady hands spent years knotting
  stitch by painful stitch
   these years have taught my body to ward against the idea of letting anything slip, the quiet of my own mind is the safest place for anything I have to say for it to reside, for it to eat me up and make me rot from the inside out
   i am in pain, my voice is a tormentor from within
willing it to rumble will be as difficult as using my tight throat
   i need to be ripped away from the comfort of silence
there is much to be said