You touch yourself to my ghost, inhaling the pale air.
If only you had a heart
Right now, I could be a cowgirl climbing up to mount my steed.
Instead, you remember the reds and oranges you tasted when we f!!!ed.
The fire you smelled, the heavenly hell you felt, the steam you somehow saw.
You open your eyes and see the face I used to make when it was over.
Relief, not enjoyment.
Your heart is pierced by my stare, and you just lost your appetite
