Dirty Pretty Things

I love to trace your pretty lips with my fingers,
and imagine them going down on me.

Have you ever loved a rose,
and bled against her thorns;
and swear each night to let her go,
then love her more by dawn.

Kisses dream of lips like yours

Think of me as an uncharted map. I want your hands to explore every single city, town, and village.

Have you ever loved a rose,

and bled against her thorns;

and swear each night to let her go,

then love her more by dawn.

What I find incredibly sexy? Kindness.

For every action we make, there is a reaction.

I never understood desire
until I felt your hands
around my throat.

candle wax dripping,
teeth biting lips.

She was the kind of girl
who loved to stretch out
under the sheets,
eating chocolate,
reading books,
and fucking on
rainy afternoons.