I wish I didn’t want to sink my teeth into your moon white skin.
I wish I didn’t want to wrap your hair round my fingers.
I wish I didn’t want you so damn much.
Because I know I shouldn’t.
My brain screams “Don’t you dare!
Don’t you remember last time?
Don’t fall back down there.”
But I do.
At least a few times a month
I find myself looking down that pit
How I want you!”