For You, My Fantasy of Reckless Abandon and Whiskey Mistakes
I sit here as the thought of you,
whispering slurred speech between my legs in soft red light,
bleeds the youth from my veins,
Pulls me under,
like hooks in my tender, pale skin,
Cinematic,
Glamorous,
Gilded,
Burning.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
For You, My Fantasy of Reckless Abandon and Whiskey Mistakes
I sit here as the thought of you,
whispering slurred speech between my legs in soft red light,
bleeds the youth from my veins,
Pulls me under,
like hooks in my tender, pale skin,
Cinematic,
Glamorous,
Gilded,
Burning.
