Your lips taste like Death,
Though I swear to God that I don't know what death feels like.
If it feels like you, then I want it now.
Right now!
Don't leave me
Hanging, eager for more of you,
Because each stroke of your fingers against my flesh
Feels like I'm dying. Without you—
I die as well.
So it's a game now.
Death comes with you.
Death leaves me starving for more.
For so much fucking more of you.
