You are my fantasy
A product of my imagination
You are my adversary
A product of my impatience.

You are my everything, and as such, I keep you locked to my hips in an attempt not to lay you in harms way.
But your weight is stinging me, you're ripping the skin as you claw into my soul.

But I like it.

As bitter as you are and as fearful as I am.
I can't get your heat out of my eyes.
Can't get your body off of me
can't get our lips off of mine.
You are tinder like meat but crisp like lettuce
Juicy like fruit but bitter like peelings.

I want you near me
nibble your neck as you curse and complain.
break you down as you insist disappointment.

I just love when you're mad.

You are my weakness and, probably, the death of me.
But that's the point, you feed my danger-seeking side.
In your mind, you're putting me in my place
but in my mind, you're feeding
My Fantasy