Want.
Tied up
I am hostage to your sins
Bound
To your body’s beck
And call
- I come-
Harder than your self control
Shed-
I’ll let you take me out of my skin
Touch me with your aching hands
My body sighs and shudders.
Your lips taste like
Smoke and mirrors
But I’m only here for tonight,
Or until you untie these knots,
But still I crave your grip-
Within those galaxies of bruises on my throat and hips
Left
Insatiable- until
I have broken your back in
And you have sung my name
Like a record,
But I have taken you off
And you still turn me on.
Played
Tied up
I am hostage to your sins
Bound
To your body’s beck
And call
- I come-
Harder than your self control
Shed-
I’ll let you take me out of my skin
Touch me with your aching hands
My body sighs and shudders.
Your lips taste like
Smoke and mirrors
But I’m only here for tonight,
Or until you untie these knots,
But still I crave your grip-
Within those galaxies of bruises on my throat and hips
Left
Insatiable- until
I have broken your back in
And you have sung my name
Like a record,
But I have taken you off
And you still turn me on.
before it was restructured and rephrased,
this poem was a combination of a lot of cursing,
threats and promises worse than death,
and the word “you”.
now, it’s just a way of me telling you i miss you
without you having to know that i wish i had missed you
when you came through.
you used…
(Source: briarfieldchoir, via oliviaallnight)
