I want to make love to you violently
I want to put my hands on you
I have been told that I am a good lover
Because of the way I use my hands
Forgive my fingerprints
I am still learning how to be gentle
And
I want to **** you like a crime scene
So much DNA evidence in the aftermath
We both come like ******
It is your hair
And skin
And sweat
In my nails
And teeth
And sheets
I have never done things gracefully
But I have learned that loving proper
Is not seen in how well you say grace
But is seen in your willingness to sit at the table
I will dine on you
Leave my sweet tooth in your naval
You can scar up my empty spots
Until this hardened tissue
Becomes the secret cuneiform of regret
For all the ways I didn’t love you
When I had the chance
Now’s my chance
To love you like a vagrant fire in a forest
When I was busy building homes
At the base of your volcano
These hands are practiced
in callous
in rough
in firm grip steel kettle fire without the wet rag
And I want to put them on you
Until none of this makes sense
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
I want to make love to you violently
I want to put my hands on you
I have been told that I am a good lover
Because of the way I use my hands
Forgive my fingerprints
I am still learning how to be gentle
And
I want to **** you like a crime scene
So much DNA evidence in the aftermath
We both come like ******
It is your hair
And skin
And sweat
In my nails
And teeth
And sheets
I have never done things gracefully
But I have learned that loving proper
Is not seen in how well you say grace
But is seen in your willingness to sit at the table
I will dine on you
Leave my sweet tooth in your naval
You can scar up my empty spots
Until this hardened tissue
Becomes the secret cuneiform of regret
For all the ways I didn’t love you
When I had the chance
Now’s my chance
To love you like a vagrant fire in a forest
When I was busy building homes
At the base of your volcano
These hands are practiced
in callous
in rough
in firm grip steel kettle fire without the wet rag
And I want to put them on you
Until none of this makes sense
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