i want the numb, blood rushed lips
i want your hands wrapped around my throat, sealed with a kiss
i'm begging for it, the sparkler in my chest
you're holding the flame and i'm soaking my dress
drenched in lighter fluid, shimmering to the eyes
pressed against you it comes as no surprise
one hand on my hip, the other round my throat
the sparkler alights and i feel like i'm afloat
a blackout quickly for a solid second
i'm on my knees, you wanna see me beckon
begging for it, choked to the core
the baby's restless laying on the floor
YOU ARE READING
666XXX
Poesiaa series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
