God, I’m in love

Cup my jaw in the softs of your hands,

then break it.

Gaze at the light in my doll-like eyes,

then take it.

Press your thumb to my rose kissed bottom lip.

Graze it.

Taste it.

Then waste it.

Cherish me.

Embellish me.

Grab my hair and relish me.

Credit me,

for all you know to be good.

Tell me how the Earth leaves its trace in the curves of my waist,

Love in the beauty on my face,

God in the way that I taste.

Your hands and nails dig all in me,

like an animal.

You beg for me, you plead for me,

like it’s primal.

You pull me til I’m as close as you can bring.

Your lust, my love, our passion.

Between your desperate breaths,

tell me I’m your

Everything.

But when you’re done with me,

lick your fingers clean of me,

for now, of course, there’s nothing left sweet in me.

Ruin me.

Devour.

Each day,

Every hour.

Use me til I’m nothing but sour.

Use me til I’m nothing.

Use me til I’m,

Nothing.

God, I’m in love.

Written by Riya Batta