Love Crafting

Like an iridescent serpent you slither through me. Up my thighs and out my mouth. Through my hair and back down into my stomach. You give me a sick feeling. You give me lust. You give me hate. So much hate I could spit but you’d probably like that, if I lost control. If I gave in. Truth be told I’d like it too. To be sick and raw and bleeding on your doorstep. Drag me in and let me fester on the floor. Love me. Lick me. Fuck me till I’m in a panic. Self, you lovely cunt, you wretched being. Be mine… already… be mine.