that lipstick — dark as midnight,
a dare painted across your smile,
and I swear it’s not just color,
it’s a lock I want to break.
I taste it in my mind
before I’ve earned the chance,
the way hunger rattles cages
and claws at ribs for release.
you grin —
hat tilted, eyes hidden,
like you already know
what prison you’ve built in me.
I’m pacing behind my teeth,
tongue pressed against the bars,
waiting for the permission
to bite, to kiss,
to smear that darkness
into something that belongs
to us.