Hands skin and heartbeat
Blood, veins, and body heat
Instinct, carnal instinct
And pressure pressing out
I can’t remember in words, only in touches
Stroking, beating, twisting
Thriving, thrashing, thrusting
You came into me with the kindness of a hurricane
And your pretty blue eyes were locked on mine
Pupils grow dilated, whites turn all bloodshot
But the central color never changes
Because they're the tinted window
to our injured souls
Mine was sucked out , I think, when our tongues touched with salty blood
I bite; I don’t kiss, because I’m not that kind of girl
In fact, I’m not any kind of girl at all
I’m an animal, a species all onto my own except for you
Because you expected nothing less, only
So much more than what I had to offer
Those little baggies aren’t filled with tangible substance, but with stale air and wishes
And I couldn’t grant yours because you’re not here anymore, but
A thousand miles away inside your elsewhere
and all i had was a night with you