fake 4am chats with mr treble
slowly drifting away
hair blowing around
in tune with the peddle stool fan
slowly floating..
feet.. then knees. then thighs...
then me...
in the air..
floating away
towards the window..
take me away...
.
then.
.
snap.
.
just a bottle of red wine..
you.. me...
and the deserted beach..
grazed knees
bruised shoulder blades..
red marks on inner thighs
get that knife i found down side your bed.
pull my hair back real tight
whisper dirty words
tell me to be a good girl
or your going to slit my throat.
we wouldnt want to mess up the bedsheets now sweetie
relax baby.
i love you.
