Pulse of a thought. It sips on my lips. It lies on its back and opens up a portal into new worlds. let me lick your tongue. Offer myself up to a new breed of torture and realise I have always wanted to stay. It stains but rubs off easily. This flesh.
I wanna squeeze your thighsÂ
I wanna kiss your eyelidsÂ
And corrupt your dreamsÂ
I wanna crash your carÂ
I wanna scratch your cheeksÂ
I wanna make you sick
I wanna sell you outÂ
Want to expose your flawsÂ
I wanna steal your thingsÂ
I wanna show you offÂ
I wanna tell you liesÂ
I wanna write you books
I wanna turn you onÂ
I wanna make you cumÂ
Two-hundred times a dayÂ
I wanna dry your tears every time you're sadÂ
I wanna be your what's happening
