A/N: I'm having a hard time not writing freeverse poetry right now please bear with me
disclaimer oo aa beautiful
teeth bite r i p gnaw
at achingskin
slick with sweat from humid air
you scream and you beg and you mean to say
.stop.
but what you end up saying is
moremore
m
o
r
e
and suddenly this car is waytoosmall
and his teeth are way too big
and you need air
so you try to get it
from his lungs
because he's so bold and free and alive
and so very much everything
y
o
u
a
r
e
n
o
t
and you can't help but ...wonder...
how very *pretty* he'd look
withyour blood
on his lips