Dangerous Boys With Delicate Touches

This one's actually - in my opinion - one of the best things I've written.
Triggering content.


The scar along your clenched jaw,
Your words,
Running up my spine,
As the voice I've been dreading to hear,
Brushes across my lips.

Shivers.

Your cigarette-smoke breath,
It swirls against my hip,
Touch, touching
So delicate.
So dangerous.

Your calloused fingertips,
Bring them over here
And feel the sour taste
Your tongue on mine.
And I'm choking on the breath,
The words of your spilled secret

And did you hear
Me causing a scene
Under the lamppost?

And we're about to see,
You raping me with that broken...
(Oh, scratch that)

Shatter me,
Isn't it what you'd like to see?
On my knees,
Ready, unwilling and capable
Of doing such a thing?

No, you're not so confident.

I'd love to hear it recorded someday.
Provocative and graphic; so taboo and worldly.
Perfect.