Validate me with your sweet talk. Compliment on how my curls are working for me, each strand spreading out across my chest. Comment on my black dress hugging my body and its delicate cream flower patterns. On my red lips and my dangling golden leaved earrings. On how they make you feel, every inch of my skin, as my cold winter hands, slips into yours.
Lie to me on how you’ve never met anyone else, who would laugh with you in your jokes – on death, pain and sickness. Who could discuss with you on whether darkness is absence of the light or shadow is the darkest dark there is. On whether electron behaves like a particle or a wave (it behaves as both duh!). On the dominant genes you have (tallness, and curly hair are dominant by the way; not sure about your goofy smile).
Whisper to me how I excite you just by my laugh. How you can’t wait to dig inside of me, deeper than the darkest ocean. Explore every inch of my skin, vaster than the infinite universe. Love me like no man has ever done, nor will they ever do.
Validate me with your sweet talk.
For tonight, I will drink every word from your mouth as if they were sips of elixir I need to survive. I will savor your every move, from your hands to your eyes, undressing me inside-out. On this cold lonely night when there is a fire burning inside of me, of anger and guilt and hatred, I will take anything you give. Because right now, for me, five seconds of the superficial bliss is better than spending a night full of self loathe.