Squeamish much?
Did he really think he could call my bluff?
By the way his shoulders fold out to hide his face I assume he sought
Now he's cleaning his mess from the floor, shattered like red rubies
Because he was referring to God but only saw himself in my shades as he accused me
And morality falters with every exhale he can muster
The thought of ripping his spine out, God knows would satisfy my interest in watching him suffer
He stood before me and spat how I was a waste of a woman
Because I prefer soft hands and collarbones, with love as passionate as a dressing room kiss
I said it's perpetually misunderstood in all of its bliss, my preference doesn't hold you liable
Neither, your ignorance
Something about the power invested in the moan of a woman, the throb in my heart causes my blood to flow hotter and brighter
He said its blasphemy, frowned upon in the Bible
So I took his girlfriend for a joyride and taught her how to really smile
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Squeamish much?
Did he really think he could call my bluff?
By the way his shoulders fold out to hide his face I assume he sought
Now he's cleaning his mess from the floor, shattered like red rubies
Because he was referring to God but only saw himself in my shades as he accused me
And morality falters with every exhale he can muster
The thought of ripping his spine out, God knows would satisfy my interest in watching him suffer
He stood before me and spat how I was a waste of a woman
Because I prefer soft hands and collarbones, with love as passionate as a dressing room kiss
I said it's perpetually misunderstood in all of its bliss, my preference doesn't hold you liable
Neither, your ignorance
Something about the power invested in the moan of a woman, the throb in my heart causes my blood to flow hotter and brighter
He said its blasphemy, frowned upon in the Bible
So I took his girlfriend for a joyride and taught her how to really smile
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