Shooting Stars

Oh. Man. Your brand of love is fatal, and it took me some time to realise the danger that comes on a silver platter with the most sweetest obsession, and all those moments when you endured my logical rationale whilst being entirely unreasonable as you set me alight, and watched me burn & yearn, and I can’t help but feel as though I’m hooked on you, like an addict.

Your smidgen of rough around the edges as you channel your love into me whilst pondering me all over you, leads me to violent heights as we push one another’s boundaries, and I’ve naught perimeters when it comes to you as your delights as your love seers my sensory faculties when you’re locked & loaded, and I’ve died a thousands times over, and I still can’t discern how my no still means yes, and I’ve very little resistance.

It’s the way you hide your sinister whilst masking it with innocence, branding me with you signature move, and we recognise one another as we identify the same traits that underpin our brand of crazy love, and I crave you in the most explicit ways as you hurt me so good, until I’m quivering & gushing as you’ve pushed me into subspace where nothing else matters, as you assert yourself upon me.

Pushed up against your confined inner walls with a fist full of my hair as my nails inflict wounds that draw blood upon your back, and I facilitate the way you wanna breakdown my walls to enable you to unleash yourself in ways that conflict with everything we’ve ever been taught to be red flagged as a wrong.

Yet with you it feels so right when the trust underpins the bond, and I’ve become whilst coming into my own as your sacrificial, kneeling upon your altar as you strategically alters my perception, and I’m compelled to keep our dirty little secret to maintain our integrity, whilst seeking you to liberate me in ways that no one ever speaks about.

Scrolling my way into you as inflict pain & pleasure simultaneously, whilst leveraging how my psyche became hitched upon yours, and my heart races whilst weakens from the impending breakdown that brings me to my knees as you force the entire width & length of your hardened truth into my halo shaped mouth, and I’m blowing kisses whilst you’re shooting stars, all over my face like firecrackers in early July as I’m drawing the flaming red flames, right out of your loaded deep blues.  

And there’s no end in sight to the neon lights, that flash like fairy lights.