You make me think of unspeakable things
Desiring the touch of your guitars strings
Your appearance isn’t dreamy
But my pussy is creamy
Even though I’m sleepy
Make me moan and scream
Which I can listen to from a screen
Look at me with those pretty eyes
Pull my hair and squeeze my thighs
Tell me those juicy fat lies
Saying I’m pretty without sighs
Make me feel wanted
Until I am haunted
By my very own demons and your empty words
Fighting my own mental battles with candy swords












