rain on sandpaper
your skin to be. where has it been before? am i not
the last of your breath...
dreams to blink past, hopes to never
see. feedings of empty beliefs. and mine, coquette woman in
finest submission. here's to melting the
fantasme you seek.
come to turn my love to frames,
on repeat in your grief. heart on a leash
to reach your throne, i curve my appetite to
asphyxiations. you can vacate
your body as presents on
my bed.
finally.
your skin to be. where has it been before? am i not
the last of your breath...
dreams to blink past, hopes to never
see. feedings of empty beliefs. and mine, coquette woman in
finest submission. here's to melting the
fantasme you seek.
come to turn my love to frames,
on repeat in your grief. heart on a leash
to reach your throne, i curve my appetite to
asphyxiations. you can vacate
your body as presents on
my bed.
finally.