i promise she’ll steal your love while stealing your soul like a succubus, but i so adore her. our lovemaking is wild, dark, and surreal. i know her every carnal desire, and i let her ravage me because i have so much love and flesh to spare. sometimes i lay my head on her chest to listen to her wandering heart, and i look up into her polyamorous eyes, searching for a vacant spot i can claim as my own. she built heartbreak motel, and i want a motherfucking room. i cannot explain to anyone why this insanity feels like home, and even if i could, i wouldn’t because i don’t have to.
