Want

A whiskey tongue, hot down your throat Honeycomb, I felt it down to my bones I'll make a woman out of sweat and blood Love and spit, bliss of one Only now does it come, do I feel real The acid stings, burn the rolling steel Veins sprawled into roots, now deep in the dirt I dug my heels into starless hurt I would do anything for you I would do anything to you I tried to be gentle Only touch and trace But I couldn't resist Couldn't care for grace I want to crawl on your bed and make your sheets dirty again I want to make sure that we could never ever be friends I want to never be able to look you straight in the eyes I want more than I could ever swallow, steal or sustain from you alive a self defeating, forever repeating well worn, moth eaten and quite unoriginal ache for the impossible feeling of Enough. “I have been writing a lot about desire in the form of conquering. It's a tired concept but it's what's been coming out. I am against objectification but it's odd how it seems to correlate so well in contemporary romance.” November 25th, 2010