Bleeding from below,
her hunger grows again and
thirsty to quench, she seems to drift my way,
and it's hard to hold back this salivating.
Maybe it's my weakening will
that she smells decaying
as she pussy-foots around wants
and just barely hesitates,
teasing me till I beg her to
let me scratch the itch she's feathering
just as the spot has begun to scab
and I can't help but notice she seems to like
the sweet smell of this rotting resistence
and how her whispers excite my appetite for that
forbidden fruit that I sometimes feel I should
bite on that basis alone.
Why deny the want inside
amidst mutating justifications
when ethical standards and moral inhibitions
rob us of a life of liberation?
This is who we are.
This is who we're made of.
What in me tries to run away, and why?
What in me seeks so ruthlessly to demonize?
And everytime she swings around
the moment leans closer
when all comes crashing down
and we drown with frothing mouths.
It's been so long.
You're gasoline and I'm fire.
Nothing means anything but pure need now,
and my want against need is breaking at the seams.
I know I can't let this happen
or I could never forgive myself,
so push me since I'm guilty anyway:
for a moment let the bliss swell.
her hunger grows again and
thirsty to quench, she seems to drift my way,
and it's hard to hold back this salivating.
Maybe it's my weakening will
that she smells decaying
as she pussy-foots around wants
and just barely hesitates,
teasing me till I beg her to
let me scratch the itch she's feathering
just as the spot has begun to scab
and I can't help but notice she seems to like
the sweet smell of this rotting resistence
and how her whispers excite my appetite for that
forbidden fruit that I sometimes feel I should
bite on that basis alone.
Why deny the want inside
amidst mutating justifications
when ethical standards and moral inhibitions
rob us of a life of liberation?
This is who we are.
This is who we're made of.
What in me tries to run away, and why?
What in me seeks so ruthlessly to demonize?
And everytime she swings around
the moment leans closer
when all comes crashing down
and we drown with frothing mouths.
It's been so long.
You're gasoline and I'm fire.
Nothing means anything but pure need now,
and my want against need is breaking at the seams.
I know I can't let this happen
or I could never forgive myself,
so push me since I'm guilty anyway:
for a moment let the bliss swell.
