come on babe, let’s make it mutual
like a knife to flesh.
phantom pain.
a faint scar, but it’s jagged.
wishing you’d come back and try again,
so i could step right into the knife,
right into your space.
to glare down into your eyes,
with my hand on your cheek,
and my breath on your lips
just to tell you how it hurts,
where it hurts,
and just how much i like it.
i want to stare you down like i’ve got ram horns.
i want to fuck you like tomorrow is going to be the end of it all.
i want you to feel weak in your power
knowing it’s a privilege,
knowing you only have it
because i’m letting you
it’s a toy of mine i’m letting you borrow,
and when it comes time to give it back,
i won’t ask nicely.
i’m high on the fact that you know,
and i know,
i’ve done far worse over far less.
im rewatching hannibal.....
