Write with me
I want to hurt you
Mark your skin
My territory
My personal sin
Lock me up
Put me away
I'll let you order me
Like room service, as you say
I want to inject you
Directly into my vein
My new drug
Beautiful pain
Be my straight jacket
Hold me down
Be the addiction
To which I'm bound
Please finish, Sir,
"You asked me to finish it
Dare I say, I cannot
I'd need you beside me,
Screaming when to stop
I'm not sure where I begin
Or when or if, you ever end
Time is but an icicle,
After reading what you send
So grab those silver bracelets
And lock me into place
You can throw away the key
So long as I see your face
I'd crush the states between us
Set fire to all the land
If it meant bringing you closer
To my trembling, Cold hands
Warm me up?
Not a question
But my demand"
And thus, I quiver
Far beyond shake
Just the thought of your skin
Causes the earth to quake
Cold hands?
Please, let me heat them up
And when I'm filled with you
Over fill my "cup"
Spill yourself
Completely,
Deep inside
What's left of me
Do with me
As you please,
Because for you,
I'd stay on bent knees
A collaboration with Sir WCA. His words are in quotation. Mine are not. Isn't he great?