I want to stumble into you
Like the locked door at the end of the hallway
The one with the sign that doesn’t say
DO NOT ENTER
As much as it says
I ****** DARE YOU
And I dare
I dare to devour your deviance
Like a grungy punk rocker on a microphone
Head shake tongue wag cartoon coyote horn howl
What?
I have no discretion
Leave the lights on
I want us both to see why we taste so bad
I mean
Let’s pound like pistons
Until the oil dries up
And our engines seize
I have nowhere to go
I do not want to go home tonight
I want to sloppy seconds myself
Before passing out
With my head in the crook of your neck
Even drenched in sweat
You smell so sweet
I want to kiss you
I want to taste your body’s attempt
To cool what I do to you
I want to heat you up again
I bought the clapper and unplugged everything else
Just so you could tell me to **** you like a strobe light
Well
Gorgeous
Now I can
Come place your lips on my throat
And I will sing for you
You are so much more beautiful than I could ever be
Let me know what that feels like
By wanting me back
This gentle ache
Of dancing
And drying joints
I wonder if you’ll still be this **** when you’re old
I ask because I have lost any desire for grace
I have fallen from it
And want to stumble into you like a locked door
Fumble for the house keys
Might actually make it inside
If you took your hands off me
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:36 AM UTC
I want to stumble into you
Like the locked door at the end of the hallway
The one with the sign that doesn’t say
DO NOT ENTER
As much as it says
I ****** DARE YOU
And I dare
I dare to devour your deviance
Like a grungy punk rocker on a microphone
Head shake tongue wag cartoon coyote horn howl
What?
I have no discretion
Leave the lights on
I want us both to see why we taste so bad
I mean
Let’s pound like pistons
Until the oil dries up
And our engines seize
I have nowhere to go
I do not want to go home tonight
I want to sloppy seconds myself
Before passing out
With my head in the crook of your neck
Even drenched in sweat
You smell so sweet
I want to kiss you
I want to taste your body’s attempt
To cool what I do to you
I want to heat you up again
I bought the clapper and unplugged everything else
Just so you could tell me to **** you like a strobe light
Well
Gorgeous
Now I can
Come place your lips on my throat
And I will sing for you
You are so much more beautiful than I could ever be
Let me know what that feels like
By wanting me back
This gentle ache
Of dancing
And drying joints
I wonder if you’ll still be this **** when you’re old
I ask because I have lost any desire for grace
I have fallen from it
And want to stumble into you like a locked door
Fumble for the house keys
Might actually make it inside
If you took your hands off me
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