You make my skin burn, with the thought of your touch.
Your eyes traverse my body, dragging daggers across my stomach-
Down my face, carving a smile from my trembling lips.
Encased in stomach lining, worms crawl in a tangled knot
I feel like I’m decomposing, melting into a puddle of rot;
Reflecting your ethereal beauty your perfection
Projecting everything, I am not.

I dig inside your head, consuming every thought
My hands stained by your fair, skin flavored dust.
Why didn’t you come packaged with a spoon?
So, I can devour every last, hard to reach, in-the-corner
Piece of you.

-SLuR