Although you have bits of sourness underneath your sweet
I still love to smudge on your pink-smeared cheeks
You are as petite and delicate as a bright ripe peach
Even if I were to believe otherwise, you'd still be my top heed

Ever since we met on that very first week
You've given me the option to stay or to flee
Rivetingly, you became something I don't know how to leave
Like you can lure me in any time you speak

I see you can heal with your tongue, and bite with your teeth
Yet I still wonder why I never want to escape whenever I bleed
Something always sticks me down from getting off your sheets
Like the fiery chaos I desperately need to feed

Saints throw the dice every time they watch our eyes meet
Demons set the paradise anytime we give in to our heat
All this time, you've been pulling the strings of my heartbeat
You're not my home, but I'd come back to you with a warm greet


© Skipper R.