His fingers sunk pale hooks
upon the alabaster jaw:
study me with those wet eyes, angel.
Be still and I will teach you
all that cruel body aches
to know.
.
.
I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.
I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.
His fingers sunk pale hooks
upon the alabaster jaw:
study me with those wet eyes, angel.
Be still and I will teach you
all that cruel body aches
to know.
.
.
