We meet at midnight and you are full of fever.
My heart is candy floss and lollipops,
a sweet soul that your are transfixed on taking,
with your wide, wolf eyes and your charming drawl.
I rap my manicure against your office door,
nails bathed in black paint,
your favourite colour,
and I taste like all your favourite flavours,
so you tell me,
as you yell for me to let myself in.
I have been letting myself into your life for a long time now,
never staying very long,
so that you’ll be left longing,
salivating as the sun goes down.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 