Desires

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I want to take you on a
trip.

I want to taste the thrill off the tip of your
lips.

I want to make your blood boil and crawl up your
skin.

I want to make your heart toil until you beg for 
release.

Take you to places you've never
been.

Make you feel things you couldn't even
dream.

I want to paint you up and down in the colour
purple.

I want to build the tension in you to amount to the colour
purple.

And then undress that paint and tension with your every
breath...

undress that paint and tension with each drop of your
sweat...

I want to create an art with the remnants of
you...

With the remnants of me... create a master-
piece.

I want to take you on a
high.

I want to make you crave things you couldn't even
think.

I want to make you feel like it means
everything...

so the withdrawals
hit...

and for me to be your first thought when you want a 
fix...

and to be the first fix you
hit...

and for each hit to feel like the first hit so you can never grow tired of
it...

I want to get you drunk off a
touch.

I want to get you hooked on a
smell.

I want to feel the tender turn to 
stone.

I want to feel the warmth turn to
heat.

I want to leave tattoos of my skin on your
skin...

tattoos of my teeth on your
skin...

Traces of my nails in the layers of your
back...

Traces of my scent at the bottom of your
sack...

I want to find the little spots that make you
lost.

I want to find you again and then take you 
off.

I want to take you on a 
journey...

A lustful
journey.

I want to take 
you.

I want
you.

-Shaz













[continuation of the It's Risky series].

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