Inspired by The Word of The Day Challange: Lasciviousness

Love and death
Francisco Goya1799

I want you to myself

all to myself

I want your lips, your hands, your eyes

on me and just me all of the time.

I want your skin, your muscles, the blood in your veins

even those little bits of chocolate at the corner of your mouth

for me, just for me, I will savor every part of you I swear.

I will stay

until there is nothing left of you

except a pile of polished bones

said the maggot to the corpse

on the first day they met.