I sit on this sensation

And it dwells
And it burns
And it bulges

Inside-wanting- needing
To be ripped open

Pushed against
Quaking with sensation

What’s wrong? Whats right?
We do it all

Because behind closed eyelids I'm not her anymore.

I bite I claw I bleed for you

You are my addiction
Slow and fast
Caught up with denial for too long

Wanting to be defiled and unmasked not unsure

Wanting your scars
Your body

Moving, mounting

Bony, bumpy

Imperfect and perfection in my hips

Now sold, spent, rising

Up.

Up.

Until you and I are more than human

We are Gods reaching together from the dregs of our carcasses

Dying and dusty
Skipping beats
Screaming for the moment

Of Euphoria

Coming into your arms

Drifting away and down to Earth

Finally done with this monster
The blood curling screech of pain
And angst
Wanted
Needed

Take me and I will take all you have to give

You are the perfect drug.