happy house

[Raz]

baby i like the way you remember
all my pretty lies
the way you pretend
you believe them for me
the way you think
this sick sweat is bond
the way you guard this
shard house
this hot pipe
i can't make that noise you do
when we fuck
the noises after
your crack whimpers
little girl devotions
but my mouth makes the sounds
my tongue finds its way around
and you don't ask for more
if i don't look at your eyes
i hold you the way you want
you don't ask for more
and i don't give
we can lie here
forever

till the breathing starts
till the feeling stops
till the next time

this is a happy house

we're happy here
in this happy house

we're happy here
with these lies

these pretty lies

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I feel obliged to point out that I have become obsessed with The Weeknd recently, and this is heavily influenced by his album House of Balloons. Also The Weeknd is amazing. That is all.

 

[herbavore]

"the way you think this sick sweat is bond" is the meat of this poem. It rocks, raz! There is almost a taste and smell to it--not good ones--which is testament to how successful you were in the writing!

 

[pk.]

Fuck yeah man, totally dug this. Also, yes, The Weekend is good music. You should write more, I miss reading your mind =)