The urge to run my stiletto nails down his dark skin.
The urge to enter his dreams whenever I’m away from him.
The urge to learn dead languages of the world just to express my love for him.
The urge to perform binding rituals together whenever the moon is full.
The urge for him to leave bruises on my heart-shaped ass.
The urge to possess him and allow him to possess me.
The urge to turn myself into his worst nightmare.
The urge to cover ourselves in our own blood and swear to never leave each other.
The urge to destroy anything that gets in the way of our obsession with each other.