Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
I often think I an rabid.
My heart races,
my eyes dart
my hands tremble.
My teeth ache
to dig into
your shoulder
My nails score
lines in your
hip cradle
You coon and stroke my hair
You kiss my bloody lips
You hold my stained hands.
Waking up
feels like
walking in syrup.
You've moved on
My teeth are dull.