With dull brown eyes the color of death
He grins a grin,
My grin,
The grin reserved for me.
I half expect the soft tissue of my heart
To be chunked between his ivory teeth,
It's blood and love guts
Splattering.
Popping.
Like a strawberry gusher.

He reaches out a hand.
A claw.
I grab it tight,
Gripping the cactus that he is,
Welcoming the force of his tiny needles
Because I can't resist the pleasure pain.

He drags me in.
Kisses me, warm and colorful and sharp.
I taste blood.
His or mine?
I hope both.
Destruction should always come in pairs.

He smells of adventure.
He smells of heartbreak.
I want to **** him.
Strangle him.
Squeeze my small frame into his rotting carcass
And bathe in his guts and soul.
I grab his neck, dig my nails in.
His teeth ravage into my swollen flesh.
He wants to eat me.
Absorb me.
I will let him.

We're just limbs of flesh,
Bones grinding against bones.
Hair pulled so hard it burns so good,
Fine strands floating away,
Orphaned.
Our souls scream and scream and scream.

Love.
Hate.
One in the same.
Primal.
An all consuming violation of the body and soul.
More more more.
We can never get enough.