You flip, you writhe; the outline of your body dripping onto me. And how could I, spectator and obsessed child, stop salivating at the sight of your shapeless body?
The lights die into your hips, your cheek melting in dim slate blue. Your lips hover above mine. Your eyes whisper "******" ; please **** me, so that I may never see another light again.
And your formless dancing, a quill that drips in colorless ink.
If I cut you open, you would bleed oceans into me; the blood of a god, water as clear as my love of you.
Your movements hiss, your shadow tangles.
Please. Let me touch you.
But your lips curve and you prance away from me. What hides behind your teeth? What secrets nestle under your tongue?