On my knees
You're in a three piece suit
Just like I dreamed
On the motel bed
In this yellow light
You look ravenous
I'm hungry
You have the flesh
"I could eat you right up."
Tongue against teeth
"I dare you to try."
YOU ARE READING
WAX & SATIN
Poetry-"The Southern Gospel of the Southern Gothic. It always turns out to be a small town where everyone knows your name. The depraved are washed in blood, pleasure is found in dark places. Thankfully, there's still church on Sunday morning." A.E.Edward'...
