dynamic [poetry]

070815 - lust

Her lips like velvet, the color of crimson, as they venture down your neck and scatter love like a dandelion would leave it's fluff.

Her eyes like coal, burning harder than the midnight oil, as they bore into yours and leave a lasting imprint of the passion behind her lashes.

Her fingers like needles, leaving pricks on your arms, letting blood and angst drip from the holes on your skin and onto the satin sheets.

Her kisses like cream, dripping smoothly into your mouth, just as thick and as sweet as herself, laced with sugar and promises as delicate as candies.

Her love like cigarettes, it satisfies that craving deep in your chest for something dangerous, it fills your chest and throat and mouth, and you'll always find yourself wanting more.