"The pull you have is stronger than gravity...", he starts and ends,
waiting
for some
consolation
in his trepidation,
i smirk, feeling what he's
insinuating
watching
his words trail behind my
simple gyrations,
heel
click,
shatter on contact -
my scent rides out the wind.
It won't materialize in
the anticipation when i come straight for you
i'm a succubus
or how i stretch under your skin -
classify me bubonic
it's how my wink leaves you on the
brink
of more
that you can't catch.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment