My mouth bathes in the thought of you.
It isn’t sex I hunger for.
Not fairy tale romance
Or happy ever after.
I want your mind,
Your darkest motivations
And most depraved secrets.
The things that scare you awake.
This is more than bleeding onto the page.
I want each page to burn as if peeled from your skin.
You should be terrified and fascinated by it.
Only that will satisfy this craving.
Quench this thirst.
I want everything
Fill me with words
And I will be your reader.