collection

He collected each sound she left behind,
and stretches them on his bed.

And each night he breathes her in,
and becomes high.

stacked.

She keeps postcards in black and white

of all the old movie stars on her walls,

because she’s a dreamer.

She's the type of person people don’t forget.

The type of person who is immortal,

even if they died long ago. 

Escalate

She is fear and destruction,
a whole city crumbling to ruins.
She is beautiful,
for better or for worse,
and he wants to touch her,
her innocence and her sin.
He wants to hold himself
against her stone walls
and broken glass,
until he bleeds himself
into something terribly beautiful.

burn and drown

I crave your lips bruising mine
and your hand between my thighs…

Spill the gasoline baby, strike a match,
seduce me with your words,
and set me on fire.

My skin burns under the heat of your finger tips,
and you ignite in me something fierce.
I ask if you know what drowning feels like,
and sink my teeth into you
just as your words drip into a whimper.

I’ve got my hands around your throat
and you beg me to pull you under.
Lips wet with mercury, eyes lustrous and haunting,
I see in you the monster in me...
a vicious lover, ravenous and vulgar.
Glowing in darkness, forged in flames.

seismicity

This is how it starts...
The dirty talk turned pillow talk.
The easy metaphors and pretty words.
The imagery of two bodies as a landscape.
You told me you didn’t like
the way I had you shaking,
but darling,you are the one
who laid down with an earthquake.

Contraband

Flirty insecurity
and all tension with no release.
I can’t stop looking for trouble
and your appetite for me
screams louder than the silence
between us.