You've fallen short of your goal;
slipped up and run out of allotted time.
I meet your eyes and beg you to come closer.
Tap into the passion that runs just below your skin;
that seething surge of blood in your veins,
it calls to me.
The physical closeness is nothing but an 'honorable mention'.
I don't want a pat on the head - a compilation prize.
I want you, full of hate and anguish; begging me
- drawing lies from my crooning tongue.
I see something whispering behind your eyes
and I want it to speak my name.
I want your hands gripping my wrists and threats of death spilling off your lips;
only silenced by one hostile kiss.
I want cracked glass and hypodermic memories.
I want to replace everything with careful charcoal features and muted dialogs.
You have a slick smile and a quiet malice.
I can see you pinning me to asphalt with a sadistic lust;
tearing into my flesh and leaving lighter burns on my wrists.
I want it to be you that branded me;
but I'll settle for some feeling.
Please; come closer and read between the lines.
My words are backward and conniving
but you'll be roped into their seduction.