You've made this highly delicious threat,
You're talking of people I've never met
While rising in orgasm
Your features look flat
And nothing would matter
If timebomb was set..
Sincerely I'm dropping my chance of belief
I'm packing my sanity - such a relief;
Love turned into Whore
She is taking her leave-
Your heart is all shaggy
On top of my sleeve.
Our heat and our progress are making me sick
I've got all the fingers I wanted to lick,
Some cold-cuts for bodies,
Some fish for a dick,
We'll flood it all over
In no more than blick
I've got all my curses, my drugs and my band
And none of the things you'd like to demand..
You're done with my ego,
My blood-mix with sand
But why while you're falling
you're grabbing my hand?
Some dirty truth about us
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2011
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