Toxic // Souls

Writer's note : inspired by the Vamps // Sweater Weather (originally by the Neighborhood)


December rain
Ice cold marble floors


Saw your silhouette
Approaching slowly; steadily
Inhaling your sweet essence
"It's cold out there"
As I fell for your mysterious stares


Your hands on my hips
Your lips on my neck
Drunk, intoxicated
I can't escape 


Exploring me gently
Through the holes of your sweater
The danse macabre we performed
For the demons we adore 


"Baby, I love you"
The rain stopped
And you're gone

by Thursday, 1 October 2015