[ WP ] You 've always been bad at writing love letters ; they always come off as vague threats .

My love, my destiny, my dream. 
 It's for you I yearn and for you I scream into the hissing steam of my kettle. I crave you like a serpent craving its next kill, my hunger grows ever more as I watch you move about your habitat, unaware of my presence. You're so graceful, a swan in a dreary lagoon. 
 Oh, love, how beautiful our life will be together. When I think of you and me I purse my lips and wrinkle my nose, I dig my nails into the palms of my hands in anticipation. 
 I need you. I want every piece of you; your skin - oh yes, I want your soft skin to me mine. Your hair... so badly that whenever you run a comb through it, I pick the fallen strands out of the teeth and keep them in the locket around my neck. When you bite your nails, I want to lick the broken tips. 
 Just as I have no chance against you, as you have defeated me wholly ( heart, mind, soul, beyond ) you *will* be mine. I'd rather us both burn in a fire of sulphur while consuming bleach. You and I are entangled together like the hair in my locket. 
 My sweet darling, writing this now I want your hand in my hand, your skin in my mouth and your heart in my pocket. 

