Your wrists fit perfectly in my hands
as I bare them above your head.
You’re so solid and real under me.
And I want it all.
I kiss every inch of your chest,
and feel the desire rising in my teeth.
I want to bite until I break the skin,
bite until the sickly sweet taste of your blood
fill my mouth.
You stifle a groan as I scrape my fingertips
across your sides.
I want to play your vocal cords like a harp,
and find the exact frequency that makes
that heavenly noise.
I bury my nose in your shoulder
and breathe in the scent of your skin.
I want to extract the smell,
squeeze out every last drop
and wear you as perfume.
I feel your heartbeat beneath me.
Not long ago,
you said it was mine.
I want to rip open your chest
and curl up inside your ribcage,
I want to study your heart
and carve my name into it.
I want to pull you apart at the seams
just so I can sew you up again.
I’ll sew myself into you.
I told you that you were a part of me
I had lost at the beginning of time.
And the closer that we get the more
I believe the story more than ever.
But the only way for us to truly be one
is to hurt each other