In our foreplay,
Which is currently just a wordplay,
The punctuation can be ignored.

pour me into a silicone mold
ill be your bunny, kitty, zero, i'll fold
time is ticking slit my wrists to bruise the conscious of your fists
dancing in despair contorts the walls of this claustro structure
feet cant touch the ground but if i hallucinate it i'll feel better
touch me like i'm made of plastic but feel me like i'm gold
drip my essence around your temples perfume in your temporal lobe
bleed me in and bleed me out or don't breath when i'm around
to feel my presence makes you sweat and drown in your own fleshy water

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.