The blood between my legs
Had you salivating
Like you hadn’t eaten in years
And I was a scotch fillet steak
Cooked medium rare
Seasoned well with salt, pepper and fear
Your favourite dish
Served with a side of underage and innocent
Drizzled with balsamic **********
The kind of meal that forces silence
In a room full of people
Fresh blood dripping on your lips with
Eat bite that you took
A sign of a good piece of meat
A sign of it being well cooked
When you finished you didn’t wipe
The grease across your face
You worn it with pride like it was war paint
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
The blood between my legs
Had you salivating
Like you hadn’t eaten in years
And I was a scotch fillet steak
Cooked medium rare
Seasoned well with salt, pepper and fear
Your favourite dish
Served with a side of underage and innocent
Drizzled with balsamic **********
The kind of meal that forces silence
In a room full of people
Fresh blood dripping on your lips with
Eat bite that you took
A sign of a good piece of meat
A sign of it being well cooked
When you finished you didn’t wipe
The grease across your face
You worn it with pride like it was war paint
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