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melt
I am but wax in the dark,
because you left me
unfinished.
And I've come back from the damned
to claim what is mine,
and this time,
this time
I find my chin lifted,
eyes wide,
hands on my hips,
with a smile in my lies,
as I dare you,
I fucking dare you, baby,
To.
Make.
Me.
Make me tremble when I
feel your breath
on the back of my neck;
quiver with anticipation as
the teeth of your soul
sink in and devour what
would have been me.
Make me breathe
through the taste of
my name on your voice,
as my own tortured
lips learn where
words once belonged.
Make the long lines
of my body
arch in a symphony
under your hands,
the quaver in my need;
your tempo,
your cadence.
Make my eyes meet yours
before they
steal my desire,
your hands wound
fiercely in my hair
as if I were not the
one drowning.
I am but wax in the dark
and your
face
is the sun.
You left me unfinished,
now make me.
because you left me
unfinished.
And I've come back from the damned
to claim what is mine,
and this time,
this time
I find my chin lifted,
eyes wide,
hands on my hips,
with a smile in my lies,
as I dare you,
I fucking dare you, baby,
To.
Make.
Me.
Make me tremble when I
feel your breath
on the back of my neck;
quiver with anticipation as
the teeth of your soul
sink in and devour what
would have been me.
Make me breathe
through the taste of
my name on your voice,
as my own tortured
lips learn where
words once belonged.
Make the long lines
of my body
arch in a symphony
under your hands,
the quaver in my need;
your tempo,
your cadence.
Make my eyes meet yours
before they
steal my desire,
your hands wound
fiercely in my hair
as if I were not the
one drowning.
I am but wax in the dark
and your
face
is the sun.
You left me unfinished,
now make me.
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