cycles
your coke is on its way;
said, “i’ll go, but i can’t move from here.”
got me wondering,
got me feeling for you.
i’ve bled from different daggers,
but this one went deep inside.
gave me a ring, but we’ve only kissed once;
all eyes on me,
but yours were able to read me in full.
you have power, you know you do;
there are flames in your hands,
and snow on my fingertips.
you need to stop,
you need to brake.
car crashes and hidden tornadoes;
the pole,
the flashing lights,
the liquor and the beer,
your hands all over me,
and your tongue all the way in.
you don’t think twice, and neither do i.
you need to stop, you need to break.
snort one line,
drink the debris down,
and this time
i’ll do it with you too.
said, “saw you once and knew you were all mine;”
and i replied back by just biting my lips,
and telling you how horny i was,
because i’d rather please you
than be self-conscious.
licked my body, my chest,
placed my hand down low;
i knew what i was doing,
so i didn’t have to think twice.
that’s the way i’ve done it ever since.
take me to your place,
make love to me as you said before;
caress me, protect me,
fuck me over,
fuck me good;
take me to hell and back to paradise.
repeat the cycle.
spit your fire into my lungs;
make me surrender,
burn my skin and lick it afterward,
place me right where you want me,
make me sit in your lap one last time.
the tv is on now—
there’s static, and i’m staring at it;
passionately terrorized by the uncertainty,
delightfully aggravated by the sensations
it brings when i think of you.
when your tongue swirls like that,
it definitely must mean love;
i’m not naive,
i just like to act stupid.
i like to cry through kisses and booze;
i’m an endless cycle,
and you’re just you.
