I Want
Let me sink into you tonight.
Let me show you what stirs
in the parts of me you haven’t met yet.
I want to be the thing that makes your heart skip—
the breathless reason,
the sweat on your skin,
the tension in every nerve.
But I want more than that.
I want to be the darkness that swallows your sight,
the nightmare you can’t shake loose,
the fear that lives in the corner of every dream.
I want to be the blood on your hands.
The whisper you can’t trace.
The thoughts you bury so deep
you forget they’re yours.
I’ll be the dread that fills your head,
the thing that watches when the lights go out,
the spider-crawl across your skin
that you swear you felt but can’t explain.
Monster. Demon. Fool.
Rising from the filth of your own sins,
staining everything I touch.
I’ll press my lips to your throat
and sink in where there’s no coming back.
Pleasure twisted into pain,
agony dressed up as want.
You’ll learn to crave it.
I want to be the reason
for every skipped beat,
every stolen breath,
every nerve that burns.
I want to be the shadow,
the haunting,
the end.
Your last terrified night.
And I want to feel it with you.