It’s dangerous to fall for a thing like me.
A feral oracle, a carnal romantic.
I can torture a soul with a kiss, transport you to places you’ll never forget.
I can summon the wild within you.
Command scratches down my back with tongue and fingertips.
I knew your name before I spoke it, it was carved into my heart. I can prove it.
But then I was shaking stares, I’ll recite the scared lines to ignite a heroic flare of bite marks down your neck and thighs and we’ll share all of our secrets in a single breath.
Fall in love and never relent.
And you’ll think of me every time you dress.
And you’ll know we were always meant to be.
And you’ll know why they name storms after things like me.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck… me.