January 2011
2 posts
to whom it may concern
I want to chase the angles of your body with my fingers and then retrace the steps with my tongue. I’ll be the addict; you can be the drug. I rest my head on your chest just to hear your heart drum a narcotic beat. I’ll watch the dark of your eyes dance around its whites, polluted by my ecstasy. Your skin is aroused from the underneath as my bleeding euphoria becomes your bones. Your...
“I’m chained in a hush of my thoughts, interchanging between self loathing...”
– scatterbrained thoughts, 29