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silent, public eyes

the silence of the lambs, the intimidating bleating and the stares they could give - but everything is silent in the public eye.
everything is as still as the frozen concrete we lay on and everything is as quiet as our breaths trying to muster up the courage to say a word and if a lamb dare bleat we would hide, but maybe this time we won't.

maybe this time something will snap like sweet toffee brittle and i'll suck your fingers as if the molten sugar has been poured down them to the base so your fingertips touch my throat and i'll exhale.

i'll breathe a last breath before you push me down more while the public eyes stare into ours but we don't mind we'll secretly get off on the fact that someone saw us grinding together i know that's what happens when the phone stops lighting up for a few minutes with each text that i send i send you to your wits end and one day, i'll drive you crazy.

i drove you crazy to the point where my hair was held in bunches when the sun was setting and the city was buzzing and you were too with animalistic hunger and hands that wanted a fix that only i could give to you and i did, i gave it to you the only way i know how.

the silence of the lambs was a shock but their eyes on us were merely a butterfly kiss when really we wanted so much more. 
i want so much more.