Slip me the magic word
Let it slide off your tongue
Like warm honey
And too much ***

Grip the fire with your hands
And swim them up stream
Up my legs
Up my dress

****** your inhibitions
Let them dig their own grave
My patience wears thin
For monsters well-behaved

For not a lack of luster
I feel the pain upon your lips
Like a thorn of ****** yearning
May I swallow sorrow's kiss