Katy Perry’s Killer Queen perfume.
Why so far away, love? Why make yourself ache?
This room is pitch. Empty save myself.
Cold and desolate, passionless. Silent.
Except…I can hear you.
Echoing between walls and kinetic muscles.
Hear the smoothing of fingertips across your heated skin.
Down over a shaken heartbeat, abs and delicious hip lines.
Hear your moans reverberate in the darkness,
my name dripping from your lips…honest and unbearable.
You speak me immortal when you believe I’m unaware.
But I can hear you. Feel you.
Scratches in bedsheets are evidence.
My soul is desperate in willing you here.
Driven further by butterflies and the
phantom sensation of rough hands
tangled in my hair, tracing jaw and shoulder lines,
two nervous, frantic bodies, rolling hips and bitten thighs.
Even these illicit thoughts cannot touch your perfection.
Press on, darling. Harder, if only for me.
I will draw ever eager with your sounds,
writhe with every syllable, every motion,
pleading for your presence so that I may take care of you
I could blame you for ruining my life.
Taking the reigns of my outcome.
Bleak and unfulfilled in its incessant
waiting. Aging. Dying.
A haunted wind of empty promises and
the ever-dimming hope that, one day, maybe
you’ll love me like you say….
a gift in white, taste of such independence,
though I expect it be bitter.
A girl so stubborn, so honest would never
allow herself to be controlled.
Yet, there you stand, drawing chains ever tighter.
God help you if I ever break free.
Until then, my horizon grows more desolate,
self-destruction becomes habit,
piercing beryl eyes search for those
unafraid to piece together damaged goods.
What a wretched twist if you turn into just a waste of time.
You enveloped my world.
When lost in hopeless darkness
and relieved of breathing desire,
you pierced as lightning into
my complacent existence.
I was left with one:
a void hollow and barely caressed
by chilled billows of lifeless smoke.
You could twirl the wisps around your fingers
and wretch my body both agonized and at peace.
When a bed turns to ice,
pictures fade even in their frames,
the scent shifts from familiar to flashbacks,
it’s collapse within my skin or invite you past the threshold.
Ghosts and vampires are all that haunt my doorway, anyway.
I suffocate in your presence, yet,
I’m star-crossed by your eyes and
hypnotized by the warmest of touches.
Is your magic more of the mind or body?
A tease, trick or liberation?
Hint no knowledge that I am captured either way.
Simply glide your smile across my cheeks.
Leave your words upon my lips.
A promise and overwhelming eagerness in my open palms.
You know my absolute zero, every edge of my broken heart.
Windstorms, landmines and chaos.
Hoping it will all disappear if I let you hold me tighter.
….iheartradio starts to play my childhood, and it is amazing.
….you realize that you might have a Post-it note problem. ….or they’ve finally come for you…
…..you notice that you placed your only Christmas decoration right next to Peter Pan, and all is perfect in the world. :D