Black Magic

Witchcraft falls like a tainted river from her lips. It is only a matter of time until he determines if he is cursed or blessed. 

Him

He tasted like a paper cut from my favorite book.

I’ve never had something hit my tongue

with such a territory to my soul.

 

It was as if he knew me as a word

and kept whispering it until

it was etched into my bones.

 

 

Her

One day, you’ll meet a girl who will talk about the world as if she’s lived a thousand lives although she has barely even left her own State. 

She will see things in such a different perspective that you’ll question everything you know. She will describe things in words you’ve never heard, but they sound so beautiful coming out of her mouth that you’ll start using them yourself.

She will be funny and curious and have the wonder of a child who sees things for the first time. She will bring out a passion in you that you didn't know existed, and she’ll make you feel something that you’ve never felt in this lifetime.

She will be confident, yet hide her face and blush when you see her with her hair in a bun and no makeup on. Your voice will catch in your throat because to you, she looks like the most beautiful creature that has walked your Earth. She will act a little crazy in the best way, and ignite a fire in your bones that burns so bad it’ll make you want to run for your fucking life.

Don’t run.

Look at her, even if she’s so bright it burns a hole through your broken soul. Hold her close even though you’re terrified that if you touch her the wrong way you'll burst to flames. Kiss her so hard that you see stars, and trace the scars on her body, do not let her feel ashamed.

This girl, she will make you feel vulnerable, and it will get uncomfortable. You are used to having control, but new experiences will teach you lessons. Don’t run away from it because you have the potential to be and feel so much more.

Just love her for as long as the universe allows...

home

his blue eyes burn every inch of my skin and taste me before his mouth ever has a chance. his beautiful lips beckon me to inch closer and give in to his needs. a simple man could only dream of touching me, but he owns me with just a glance.

my breathing echoes my racing heartbeat, and my eyes can only focus on him. I succumb to him time and time again. 

I belong to him.

I can only be home in his arms; caught between the epitome of his desire and the essence of his love. I would die if ever removed…

I would falter and die.