"Crouch on my chest. Suck the life out of me."
I want to be the incubus,
nightmare puppet-master
manipulating your heartstrings.
I want to be in your nightmares,
so close you can lick the sweat off my skin,
so close you can feel my pulse in your veins.
Don't speak.
This is my heartbeat thudding against the bones of your ribcage.
These are my lips cradling the curve of your throat.
We are the eight-limbed spider crawling under the night,
falling and falling
in the bottomless chasm mislabeled as
Love.
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