Your name rolled off my tongue
smoother than a bottle of 35 merlot
You were all smiles and charm,
Smart words and longing looks.
Your arms; all built and mesmerizing
Vowed to hold me up like a tower
That was never meant to stand on its own
Like a tower that could easily collapse.
Your glazed glistening eyes
Would torment my moving lips
That desperately tried to form words in to clever sentences,
But ended up being strings of broken cobwebs in the wind
And stronger than the force of that wind,
I was blown over when our hands touched for the briefest moment.
I was the teenager with a rebellious streak
And you were trouble with a capital T
Holding a board with my name. In bold. Underlined twice.
I saw 10 shades of green when your tongue tasted like cologne that wasn’t mine.
My eyes painted walls in red and fury when your skin smelt like last night’s sheets.
My fingers dug to the corners of the wall as I saw the nape of your neck;
slightly reddish and purple with teeth marks that didn’t take the shape of mine.
Your clothes smelt of twisted truths and a dark motel room
Your eyes; brewing a storm of pure lust and guilt, fixed on mine
As your brown locks fell flat against your head the way it usually does after a shower
Your fingertips; calloused and rough felt like it has already carved highways on another map.
You were always a fan of highways though;
High speeds in a fast car were your addiction
It was your desire
It was your calling.
I cradled you to sleep that night
cause you were ‘Sorry’ for the 15th time
And I lay motionless
caught in the web of your torments and jagged edges.
I like the way you taste on my lips. I like how the moment it does, shivers go through my spine and the hair at the back of my neck rises. I love how only you can do that to me. I like how fruity you taste sometimes. And the sting on my lips at your first taste is exciting and excruciating. It’s a dark desire that fills my thoughts and drives them over the edge. I like that you can be bought. I like that you have a strange yet wanted way of numbing my bones,of making my cheeks heat up and my lips cold. But most of all, I love that I can never have one fill of you. I’ll always want more of you.
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