Hawke

by Jescie Hall

“I would’ve licked them clean,” he whispers into my ear, before backing into his position on the couch again.

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,” he whispers against my lips.

“You’re my calm in the soul, crazy in the flesh,”

“You’re the kind of guy devils tell angels to go talk to to get them to fall, not knowing you’re the type to save them from the depths of Hell they’ve surrendered themselves to.”