Curves plague to be a masterpiece. Bittersweet as my lips belong with the taste. The taste of her depths. My fingertips crawl to know softness. Slow bone chilling fever as I become this constant in her head. Again and again. Her lipstick is sweet dread made from the fireflies as she reads every line. Trick what trick? I guess Love is blind. Thinking I go to war just for the hell of it. Just to adore my ideal of the Queen's inner thighs. Cake to pound. As she makes my name immortal. Yes we do this every night. That fucking I love you basic instinct kinda vibe. Entirely her like glue to me. Sticky sweet when I made for me to snatch her soul. Her heart melts. She's just red hot underneath and no one else knows. But me. Candy sweet. Cuz my emotions feel knuckle deep almost deeper than deep. When I'm stuck on her mind. At night tossing and turning. Cuz her dreams howl reality when that flutter of hers became a nonexistent high to no longer know time. She wakes up. There's a fever just to text me. Cuz she lost the capacity to the word control. Yes she gets carried away with those intrusive thoughts that runs around in the back of her mind. Just to be worshipped and adored. Like hours doesn't exist. To know candy is sweet but love you can get diabetically blind with me for hours like this. And it's like she's home again. Except for somewhere her and me can unleash love untamed like this again and again