Of all the voices
in my head,
yours was my favorite.

My mind escaped my body
so lost along with the burning passion I was feeling

Stomach filled with butterflies
my cold fingertips tracing your warm skin
nails digging on your back
leaving satisfied marks

Lips swollen and quivering
moans muffled
and my heart on fire

This is how you make me feel
This is what you do to me
This is how you stir up the sinner in me

I met a boy who doesn't want to let anything nor anyone close;
For he is made of ruins and constantly fears that he will destroy everything he touches.

Sunday morning
all is peaceful and quiet
I was drinking coffee
while skimming the morning paper
Listening to the cars
roar in the distance
You came out of the bedroom
yawning, stretching
looking cute with your bed hair
Eyes squinting
Adjusting to the sunlight
You made your way to the kitchen
poured yourself a cup of coffee
and took a seat across from me
We just stared
Studying each other
Not a single word uttered
We sat still in silence
a comfortable one
Few minutes passed
You looked a way
licked your lips then smirked
Often
I daydream about
doing a lot of things to you
I wonder
Are you thinking
the same way I do?

eyes like the forest
mysterious and inviting
draw me close
until i am lost.

His love —
a storm that cannot be calmed;
a war that cannot be ceased.

I've always been scared
of the dark
when I was little.

Years later,
look how
the tables have turned.

Darkness
had become
my home
my solace.

Along with
my demons
that sing me
to sleep
every night.