A burning desire
Every inch of my body, longing for her touch;
The sensation, her fingertips sliding over my spine, I whisper
You made me this way
My world, slowly drained of sanity
Her touch on my neck, wrist, even my spine and ribs;
I plead for you to break them,
One by one
Make a hanger if you wish
Wear my teeth as though they were jewels
Consume my lungs and liver, but never my heart;
I pray to your kindness
I beg, please allow me that last sense of stability