breathe with me.
when i see your shape outlined in my peephole
i'm glad i decided to bathe and especially glad
i had decided to wear my striped socks and frumpy sweater

the vampires are screaming in my living room
and i let you in without a word

no. that's not true.
i think i punched you and yelled at you for not answering your phone.
i smothered you with kisses while cursing you for making me worry.
my mouth couldn't decide if it wanted to love you or fuck you up
and it decided both could be done simultaneously.

distance between pain and pleasure
fuck fuck fuck fuck.
did i say that seductively? or with hate?

on the screen george clooney is weilding his vampire slaying machine
and i sit on your lap.
i'm not wearing underwear. but you've already noticed.
and for the ten minutes i have with you...
i feed you and then i feed on you.

or maybe i'm always doing both.

george wins in the end.
juliette? she scores a sweet van.