666XXX

a letter

for my lover,

i want you to keep your wits about you,
4:26AM and i'm laying awake in my bed, wondering how you got the devil twirled around your little finger.
reel her in with raspberry kisses and honey, flip her over, lay her on her stomach.
there was a snap in your eyes, i could see it myself, an amber glaze burnt into an icy melt. you call it mean, i suppose that could be true, but fishnets ripped while my hairs askew?
come on baby you know i'd love it, imagine the whimpers from under the cover, or were you saving for something, like cold concrete?
sheep looking at us from below 10 feet?
honey suckle and velvet flesh, i enjoy talking about you while thinking about sex.
baby, please - i'll make you melt, minutes upon hours teasing below your belt.
i'll earn back my name, just you wait, femme fatale wants to come out and play. "an act of compromising, dangerous, deadly situations" la petite mort, orange segments, salivation.
next time you hear from me i'll be in person again, i hope too see you soon to leave you at your wits end.

love luci xxx