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 

beyond repair.