Venice

I knew you weren’t human when you touched me and I turned pink buried six feet in your sheets. Skin and skin, and i’m glistening. I want it slowly. On the counter. On the beach. Wasted, in your backseat.

Your sin moves me, but I want your bones to break me, and Lust is a killer drug to mix, but oh my god you are mornings of lazy limbs and clarity.