She Looks good in White Tonight. She Always Does.

Fingers deep in flesh pulling and pleading through the darkness. You wonder why she cringed? She can feel you against her back, your sex, your need.

Dirty Whore. Dirty Slut.

Can we say it was spite? she deserves it.

Lips always wet and always wanting. Wanting more than she could give. You call this love? that's ridiculous.

She doesn't know how to push away your hands anymore. She kisses sometimes because she's too tired to resist. Too tired to keep putting you off.

Attention you want? Try tender words and whispers. Try stopping. try waiting. try a littl ebit of anything.

Your body is not made for hers, she can feel it.

grabbing her and grabbing her and you're always naked. your tounge is in her mouth and that's disgusting. It never was before. But here in the cold, far past midnight, with lovers in the room over, it is.

She's the giving type, you know. The bending and breaking type. She's the inside strong type because the outside never mattered.

(the bruise is from you, she'll whisper but never say aloud.)

Guilt? Of course she feels it. It's all her fault and maybe that's the most revolting of all.