Your words are so sharp,
like glass, they cut me.
But I love your cuts best, so it's
okay.
Speak,
Your words are fire, they melt me.
But I like how you make me melt,
feeling the heat, I'm more than
melted... I'm finally in one piece.
Mark me,
mark me dark with your kisses,
give me your kiss
Scrape me,
scrape me and abrade me with your
lips
Your words are so sharp—daggers,
falling they cut,
Cut me,
cut me the deepest
with your twin-***** tongue
between our kiss, then burn me
as our flame flickers and flicks,
dreams feed their fire
and we?
— Our love's even burning
wick.
By: Ashton Conor Amstutz