❛ i haven’t seen you around here before . ❜ love him to the point of madness -- an echo that sweeps over his hunger , sated , / stretched thin 'twixt ivories and blood red lips . wills open the palms of hands , scratched and torn / to earn you back wearing hearts 'pon your sleeve -- choose me , for you need not seven seeds to keep me wrung tight ( and out of the corner of his eyne , he sees another man , covered head to toe in black and masked off like some sort of secret . but he can tell that the one before him has memorized the sweep of his lashes and the staccato of his steps : it is time to play a game -- there is no sleep for terrified souls ) . ❛ what’s a guy like you doing in a big city like this , hm ? you look like a fish out of water . your friend seems just as skittish , but less ... out of place . need someone to show you around ? ❜ @pcemkr
