Fuck off...

Fuckin the hate outta your heart’s desires. Burning it from the flame one more time. Right before we walk away. Down for the dirtier side of your lips going a stay. We know it’s over but the fire melted us into a mold of a better version of freaks. Together we’re perfect in the moment being the solution to sexual needs. Better as friends from afar. Your nails clawing my back, leaving scars. And all we need is the passion being loose under the moon. It’s damn near poetic but we’re doomed. Toxic to the hormones aroused is the thrill we crave. Falling deep into the pleasure of creating fuck faces. The nastier the greater the gush. Bend on over and gimme the tush. For the letting go of us. To waltz away after being laid up with the memory of lust…