| Standing in the dark of the room. The carpet underneath our feet, coarse and hard. The loud hum of the air conditioner as the room grows colder and colder. The sound of the cars outside, of the others here, doing the same. I feel your hands tug at my jacket and I watch you move. I frown at your sly grin. You make me nervous. You don't charm me, you don't move me to want you at all. You almost make me sick. You don't realize that I was here for one reason and you keep on. A soft kiss to my cheek and you touch my hair. A soft kiss to my neck and you touch my side. A soft kiss to my mouth and I taste the poison on your lips. I taste all the lies and pain and hurt that you had within you and I welcome it. I want it I want to be able to feel all that you have. I press closer to you and felt the crack of dry lips, and the taste of the blood from my own mouth. I want to swallow everything that you are. I want it all. It was cold on my skin, the chill in the air never warming to us as you move me backwards nearer to the old bed. How many times has it felt this? I ignore the feel of your hands, of how dirty I grow as you touch me. You make me dirty. But all I want is the emotion that makes you the person that you are. I want the tears, the blood, the smiles, and the taste of every other person that you've belonged to. I want it all. You are too selfish for me, too into yourself and your feelings to ever let go of you and bring me in. But I'll do this just to be able to taste this. I'm sure as you do this you believe in your head that I am here for one reason. For money. Or for a false sense of love. You don't know anything. You're so stupid. You make a gesture and I donn't want to, but I will do anything for you to let me have this. Just your mouth. Just the taste of you on my lips. The End |
| The Taste of You by: V (duh) |