You smell of nighttime and taste of whiskey Desire written in your eyes and need dripping from your voice like honey You tell me I remind you of a forest fire
By Alice Persephone Luna 5 years ago in Poets
Don't play nice For it is not gentleness I need right now I need fury Need my arse reddened and aching from your hand
My fingers tick away at the keys You listen to each note "Play a rhythm. Just two notes. G and C. With your left hand." I do as you say
