Self-righteous pawn in a losing game.

if i wanted to fuck you i would wake up buried in your collarbones i would sit on the edge of my bed spine ridges arched pointing directly into my closet of skeletons if i wanted to fuck you i would make home in your lap undress you like your mother did kissing your rib cage wishing i could sink into every inch of you if i wanted to fuck you i would bite holes through your neck into your throat i would unbury you like a corpse i would give you reason to breathe if i wanted to fuck you i would glide myself like sound waves bouncing off of you make you memorize my name like i was born for you to whimper it if i wanted to fuck you there would be miles of shredded skin there would be scars on your back where for once in my life i wanted someone to be that close but if i wanted to make love to you i would buy you a train ticket i would sound proof my room i would border up my windows if i wanted to make love to you you should be nothing less than terrified