Don’t release your ******* Just release my single I don’t think it’s stunning When that thing is jingle ******* taste like Pepsi-Cola ******* taste like Marabou See a ***** – I say hola Eat that thing like caribou
I crave your taste upon my tongue. Stinging my senses with the sweetest poisonous honey.
I want my demise at your hands, softly stroking my skin as my sighs fill your ears. As the tingles on your neck send thoughts to me that any father would demand we repent for.
The taste of your fingertips on my tongue, blinding me to judgement and the stories of Greek mythology that end in a demise created from carnal desire. I want you to destroy me in sweetest way.
Falling down a rabbit hole of sin, and reckless abandonment. The taste of you overwhelmingly clogging my senses, and my teeth softly attached to the skin on your neck. Taking over you with abandonment.
I want your marks upon my flesh, branding me and reminding me how long this may last. I am at your alter begging for release. Begging for you, begging to find me. Begging for your peace.
All I want is you on top of me is you free, and your heavy breathing when we send each other to the places we need to be.
I think of it as coming back to myself, like a second cousin visiting from the states As if I'm waiting in the airport terminal, hands full of sweat and a note stapled to my chest I can't remember when I first became a space to be filled, an empty vessel floating in between the veil But I'm starting to feel like more of a splutter than a storm, and it's moments like this that make me think God is just ******** irresponsible I find myself digging for my sense of wonder at the bottom of my music box, like the folded ears of a saxophone player, sitting across the bar As if I'll slide my hands across the slime of my exterior, slip back into my identity like an old coat While I tumble into the empty bellyed passion of a man with small hands and an inability to say my name, hoping I'll come across my purpose for life while drenched in his ***
Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet But, baby, I'm scared to like Messin your perfect face, displacing Your innocence and makin Our blankets wet I said I don't wanna blast But you got the controller Got that hold and doin it right Got my ***** ****, my Xbone On lock on this *** throne Pop your mouth a minute girl Base to the tip that **** Is rocket sauce Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet Maybe this night is the best Night of my life I lick my ***** off your skin, sleep Tight, tomorrow I'll breathe ***** breath