This transparent venom, tracing through
My veins, fogging this hazed and dazed
Memory of lust.
Suppressing my every desire of saying no,
Kissed to hush the tones of disagreement.
Touched in places of silence.
My mind screaming no, but body reflecting
Every version of yes.
Entangled beneath these moans, thrusting
Beneath the sheets.
Nothing seen beneath this film
empty bottles of vodka, last night you were the problem.
so when is everything going to slow down…