Candles in carved Jack O’ lanterns paved the way to her porch.
A skeleton in the window left me in a fragile state.
Blood rushed through my veins, not because of the scary movie,
because there’s nothing more awkward
than sitting here
wearing nothing at all;
watching Friday the 13th.
Fuck the fireplace; her eyes are flames of fire.
She touched my skin, crawling inside a dose of dopamine,
expands my pours, dampening my palms.
A trick and a treat
hover above my life.
she straddles me,
bringing her mouth to my neck,
breathing, kissing, dragging her lips across my cheek
my body paralyzes with trembles.
I’m falling for her again.
A fucking trick!