I watched you as you teased me.
a flannel jacket white tanktop as your breasts linger freely.
I wanted to taste.
I wanted to die.
the constant ache in my chest pounding harder and harder.
as I watched.
your blue eyes set dead on me as you played your little erotic game.
this was my kryptonite and you knew it.
anything to make me melt.
anything to make me want you.
like the sexy vixen you are.
all I could do was watch.
wanting to touch.
wanting to caress.
but the Gap between us were like me and a TV.
yet I craved transparency.
a reality I can taste.
a HD I could feel.
yet I wanted your ghost no matter how contagious or unholy you were.
I wanted this sickness called love that spread like fever.
driving me mad like obsession.
oblivious to the thought I can't love you moderately.
the taste.
I wanted more and more.
such lovely bones.
seducing my eyes.
your killer abs.
your thick thighs.
that million dollar pussy tasting like wine.
drunk as I dreamt of you All the time.
my hands consuming her soft porcelain flesh.
my fingers swimming inside you.
your ass cheeks my hand holds hostage.
my tongue's unyielding kiss leaving you breathless.
grinding provocatively.
in harmony as my hands make a mess of your blonde long hair.
my kiss becomes like candy to you.
sweet but sharp as I kissed you down.
inch by inch.
your moans and your screams becoming a poison to my ears yet I drink you in.
fore your body is my graveyard.
your voice is the weapon of fuckery that kills me still.
even perfectly naked and you still kill me with lips so deadly.
so sweet.
if insanity is bliss? I don't want you driving anyone else insane but me.
but your touch let it be the death of me.
just put my heart in a jar so you can't forget about me.
if love is a sickness I'm hoping you'll be the death of me
©darkmocha
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