Like hot wax
I melt
hoping to fall to your lips
and burn them a heavy red.
Like a box cutter
I use my nails and make scars on your wrists
and my tongue laps the blood that pours.
Like a syringe
I feed into you
and currate the disease.
Like a cigarette
I beg you to breath me in
even if it kills you.
Like alcohol
I want you to drink me
until you lose control.
Like ***
I want you to crave me
and scream your arousal.
Like an addiction
I want you to need me
every hour
of every day.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Like hot wax
I melt
hoping to fall to your lips
and burn them a heavy red.
Like a box cutter
I use my nails and make scars on your wrists
and my tongue laps the blood that pours.
Like a syringe
I feed into you
and currate the disease.
Like a cigarette
I beg you to breath me in
even if it kills you.
Like alcohol
I want you to drink me
until you lose control.
Like ***
I want you to crave me
and scream your arousal.
Like an addiction
I want you to need me
every hour
of every day.
