kissingisanobsession

it makes her scream for pleasure,

cry in corners at her downfallen lust.

it's an obsession of blood

pumping through sore lips

bit to bleeding but beautiful in

their destruction.

obsessedobsessedobsessed

the trees whisper as she stomps

in puddles, wanting touch

again, for the third time that night.

obsessed, her dreams are luscious,

full of candy lip gloss on

the bottle, seduction in tongue.

tastemeshecries

loud into still air, everyone ignores

her need. she wants flesh.

it's nicotine driving her adrenaline,

nicotine and lust, nicotine and want,

lust and want. she quit smoking.

kissingishernewobsession:

can't stop

can't

can't

can't.

won't.

obsessedobsessedobsessed

he tells her. he won't touch

a girl who is addicted to the

way blood and flesh mingle on her

tongue.