Your scent, Opium with a twinge of cotton candy,
Filling my room with our darkest desire
As you lay, sprawled across the floor,
Arms splayed like a dark Jesus.
Your skin, marble glowing in the black light,
Taught over your emaciated body
As my fingers trace your bones,
Your scars, tattoos, and piercings.
Your clothes, discarded hours ago,
In a heap beside my bed
As my fingernails wreak your skin,
And I inhale your perfection.
Your eyes, brown and lovely,
Covered by paper-thin lids
As they rolls back, into your skull,
And you softly moan with pleasure.
Your fingers, laced in mine,
As my teeth sink into skin
You take me as your Queen,
And have my soul, forever.
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