*** stained sheets cover my body
everything smells of you
your eyes, they pierced me
like a pick during a lobotomy.
the passion
the tension
it was all too much for me to bear.

I still can't tell if there was hesitation or not
but the feeling of me in your arms is a home I haven't been to in a long time.
you sent waves rushing through my body,
crashing against my shores.

your eyes, those eyes
so sincere, yet so unreadable
what were you thinking
tell me
scream at me
shake me
**** me
let me be yours.