I FEEL LIKE DEXTER

By: 7xvn

Tangled in his truck,

Fireworks are pop, pop, popping.

Laying next to him, the bass is pumping.

He smiles, teeth glistening in the dark.

Told me he wasn’t one to kiss me.

Here he is, stuck to my neck.

Like a leech, a leech.

We’re toxic,

Truck is rocking.

Colors are erupting.

My New Year’s resolution.

Chaotic. Yeah, we’re toxic.

He’s a gentleman, touch me sweet.

My throat is burning, chest pumping.

Breathing slow, eyes are closed.

This is what it’s like with me.

This is how it feels to

make out with

a demon.

I’ll have him addicted.

I’m a bad drug with good perks.

My teeth closed on his bottom lip.

Heavy pit in his stomach.

I do it like a 304, tough.

Heavy and tight.

Blade stuck.

“Next time?” He asks.

Eyes are bright, skin so white.

That freckle on his face calls to me.

I love to hate and I hate to love.

So I look him in the eyes.

“Next time.”

Even though I lied.

He’s jacked, muscles rippling.

Grinning ear to ear, blood smeared here.

His hair is a mess, dark and curly.

Sodas are empty and thrown.

Truck is messy.

His family is worried,

I’ll give them a reason to be.

Hide my horns and smile real nice.

You don’t have to tell them.

This will be our secret.

You like that.

Right?