A breath of fresh air,
a breath of fresh smog;
you take me to higher heights than I ever
could have imagined, open up
my insides and devour me whole.
I am meat.
You are
nails on a chalkboard
with a dash of drunken intuition.
You are my
scheduled trainwreck.
You keep me
coming back for
more.
Fingernails digging into my sides,
hands slapping
hard
against my face
as warm hot lips trail kisses across my neck
beckoning me deeper into your chest,
allowing you deeper into my heart
and I sigh.
And scream
and sigh and scream again because I know
that it will never feel this good or this fucking bad
again.
