The smoke prowls
around your cherry lips.
I fuel the flame
as I grip your hips.
Knock me down
with a passionate kiss.
This tar ridden
dystopian bliss.

A black dress dormant;
dead on the floor.
Scalded my skin;
begging for more.
Your eye shadow gaze;
the front of the war.
Your hair pulled back;
this you adore.

Dig your nails through my skin;
I’ve longed to feel you burn within.
I’ve died to know how you’ve been;
but now I feel that I’ve been missed.
Whisper words
with a gentle grin.
As moonlight shines;
the fire begins.