I want to be that grim vice that swallows you up whole at once, and then feeds on you at leisure. 

I want to seep inside you like the hot black coffee that you so deliciously crave. 

I want to traverse the space inside you that you think no one should know about, filling every crevice as I spread, inking you with the shadows of my soul. 

I want to taste the salty surface of your brown skin and brand you with my own brackish desires. 

I want to puncture your self-imposed guards and rage through your insides lacerating every tiny doubt that you may harbor. 

I want to own every single thing that you discard and then I want to recycle it into something you will proudly brandish on your sleeve. 

I want to ambush your silence with the colour of my being and watch as you surrender part willingly, part reluctantly. 

And then I want to lie beside you waiting for either the retribution or resignation that’s yours to give.