I know I’ve always said
I’d make a better puppy than a man
Run your fingers through my face fur again
You sweet demon
Touch my face
I always walk away like the ending of a bad movie
With a dusty roaded hitchhike thumb
Only I can drive myself home
I know I am so much smiles
And bad words
I like bad words
They feel good
So much passion in them
Like a Tourette’s prayer
Let me sing your song of profanity
Like a compulsive howl at the moon
Or we could dry ****
Or something
I dunno
I just feel more like an animal most days
More than I ever do a man
Touch my face again
With your rough love
And then I can walk away
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
I know I’ve always said
I’d make a better puppy than a man
Run your fingers through my face fur again
You sweet demon
Touch my face
I always walk away like the ending of a bad movie
With a dusty roaded hitchhike thumb
Only I can drive myself home
I know I am so much smiles
And bad words
I like bad words
They feel good
So much passion in them
Like a Tourette’s prayer
Let me sing your song of profanity
Like a compulsive howl at the moon
Or we could dry ****
Or something
I dunno
I just feel more like an animal most days
More than I ever do a man
Touch my face again
With your rough love
And then I can walk away
I am very late for work, but I wanted to start this. I do not feel like it's done, so we will see.
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