I want something other than ****
with the short shorts showing
everything
the low-cut crop top
exploring eyes wander over
on countless evenings
my imagination having nothing
left

I want smokey flannel
a two-day-old pony tail
boots stained by the dirt and grass
a hole in your jeans
that wasn't there when you found them

I want hungover-fastfood-drive-throughs
with my shorts and your tank top
wrinkled from your floor
your hair still wet from the morning shower

I want leggings, a t-shirt
and a backwards ball cap
while we sing loudly out the open window
tapping the dashboard off-beat
hand raised fingers pointing at the moon
laughing at the man that sits watching us drive

Oh how that woman looks so divine
we can honestly say she's aged like wine
how her lips would feel on mine
oh wondrous cougar so sleek and fine

I'd love to be that cougar's prey
oh how the thought would make my day
I'd be perfectly content being her toy
I'd always be a good little boy

I'm down for whatever is on the head
as long as we leave dents In the bed
oh how she looks so divine
that woman there who aged like wine

Icy electricity, fiery desire
Melting, dripping, let's get higher
Take me, make me feel your heat
Bend me over, make me scream!
You bring to life my wildest dreams
Gripping tighter, feel my release
My body shakes, increasing speed
No longer a want, fulfilling animalistic needs

Baby, do you want it?  
You have me begging, baby please!
Moving my hips to meet your thrusts
You give it all to me!

>>Your hot sticky lust~>

He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me

What a pretty face.
She smiles and said thanks.
But did anyone notice,
When she dipped her head,
Used her hair to hide her eyes.

What a pretty face.
She laughs and smiles.
But did anyone hear,
The way her laughed trailed off,
Empty and hallow.

What a pretty face.
She hears it all the time.
But it doesn't mean a thing,
She fell apart alone,
She's dead inside.

What a pretty face.
She uses it to get numb.
Anyway, anyhow,
She's didn't care.
Just let her be numb.

What a pretty soul.
She listens more carefully.
This is new, very new.
It can't be real.
She has a pretty face.

What a pretty heart.
He keeps coming back.
He's real. Why?
Won't he just leave already?
Breathing, she's starting to hurt.

What a pretty mind.
She knows it's going to hurt.
She falls down anyway.
Now she's lost in his arms.
There's no escape.

What a pretty vibe.
She's reckless and crazy.
She's scared it'll last,
And terrified it won't.
What a pretty face.