He is heroin and bloodlust, crazy cocain with untethered flesh
Fresh fruit, ripe, responsive
mine with a glance, but not to touch
Only to want and i want his voice,
his heart, his mouth.
He sees me wanting
I am more than consumption, can something be done
with this desire, this fire, this spark?
Please don't go
It wasn't my fault.
I have forgotten everything of myself
before him,
i cannot remember anything but his face seeing me wanting