I grabbed your throat.
my fingers caress you tightly.
you gasp hard at my embrace as if it was your final breath.
I slowly bent down to claim what was mine as I tasted your lipstick stained lips.
leaving a isolated smear roughly with my thumb.
you looked better this way.
a hot mess.
my other hand traveling up your skirt as my right hand linger idle on your throat.
your porcelain skin feeling warm hot between my grasp.
I had you blushing hot.
I had you cornered.
and you liked it that way.
we were toxic.
toxic like rip your clothes off madly in love toxic but in a good way.
I never got jealous or beat up a guy for talking to you as long as you came home let me tap that ass good when you got home.
even though I was obsessed with you.
no one held a candle on you.
you were irreplaceable.
you were incomparable.
you were insatiable.
you indescribable.
and that's how I liked it.
you had a body like a goddess.
a smile that could stop traffic.
your blue eyes were heaven.
your perfume was hell in a bottle.
your purple long hair was the dream I wanted to get tangled in.
yet I couldn't deny I loved you every time I look at you.
sweet toxicity.
you leaving me batshit crazy over you.
tears in my bed.
aching for you.
cuz you're my drug.
my kryptonite.
yet I dream of you every night.
©darkmocha
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