Vodka boy
Sits with his hands up my shirt
And it's taking me a minute to register that this isn't who I was
That this is exactly who I didn't want to be
But he is kissing my neck
And it feels like pure bliss
And I decide that this is worth it
Knowing full well
The high probability of me being skinned alive
But his lips
Taste like sin
The kind that never really gets pardoned
So maybe I've accepted that I'm going to hell
Maybe I'm okay with having to seduce the monsters
Because honestly
I'm already seducing a monster
With holy teeth
And Wandering hands
And I'll be damned
If this boy doesn't touch me again
And I swear I'll lose it
Before we even make it halfway
To hell
