Enslave me for I wish not be free
Do what you wish and ravage me

Relinquish my freedom my only treasure
I'll trade it all to drown in this pleasure

I succumb to all of your fantasies
Create art from lust with our anatomies

Icy electricity, fiery desire
Melting, dripping, let's get higher
Take me, make me feel your heat
Bend me over, make me scream!
You bring to life my wildest dreams
Gripping tighter, feel my release
My body shakes, increasing speed
No longer a want, fulfilling animalistic needs

Baby, do you want it?  
You have me begging, baby please!
Moving my hips to meet your thrusts
You give it all to me!

>>Your hot sticky lust~>

She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.