Stoned Romeo

She forgets how she ended up in this (gorgeously) hideous place…

The stale smell of dope lingers in the air and the floor is littered with empty bottles,

The floor on which she habitually makes her bed, flat on her back,

(Alongside kindred spirits – or tortured souls... or cheap imitations of reality).

Her bloodshot eyes glisten brightly in the oppressive warmth of the room,

And her pale cheeks become suffused with a sexy flush.

She lights up another cigarette, (sucking seductively… passively),

As she wonders what the Hell she is doing here.

For so long now she has been looking for love down here in the gutter,

Amongst the Beautiful and the Damned.

(Young and precious are the corrupt creatures of this underworld,

So much so that it draws a tear from her insolent eyes).

His volatile heart and the burning embers of his eyes unnerve her,

Yet she is suffocating in the confident charm he oozes, (pulled inside out).

She longs for the feel of his hot flesh against hers…

Concealing how much they want each other – (want to hurt each other).

Her Stoned Romeo pins her against the wall with lust,

(Softly giggling as he makes up her face to look like that of a porcelain doll).

He grips her wrists roughly and presses himself up against her,

And her heart flutters at the feel of his lip stud crushed possessively to her mouth.

Beneath the smutty black mascara caked on her lashes,

Those (innocent) baby blues of hers drink in every inch of his body hungrily,

(And her soul screams as),

Her ruby red fingernails rip and tear at his tattooed arms.

She squeals (with a childish delight) at having left her mark on him:

(A love bite on his neck, cute cigarette burns on his hand, lipstick on his collar…)

‘You’re so gorgeous’, he breathes,

And his dirty fingers delve deep inside her.

A low moan escapes his trembling lips as she frantically plunges her hand into his trousers, licks his skin, chews on his bottom lip,

And he kisses her faster… deeper, beginning to suck hard on her nipples.

(He’s prettier when he’s stoned… she thinks,

As she bites down on his knuckles).

Her body is aching for him and he grins wickedly at her,

Then pulls her closer, gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts and shudders and gasps

At the back of her mind she knows she is searching for absolution (from the corruption) in the wrong place,

Yet one last time (she indulges in letting him corrupt her over again…)

A/N: The line 'the Beautiful and the Damned' was borrowed from the novel of that name written byF. Scott Fitzgerald.