Just Like.a Woman

 

Tell me you want to wrap your hand around my throat,

Tell me you want to lay on the bed beside me, 

listening to me read,

Tell me you want to lick down my spine tattoo,

Tell me you want to see me in the kitchen 

making your favorite meal,

Tell me you want to nibble my ear and suck my neck,

Tell me you want to sing along with the windows down,

Tell me you want to swirl your finger around me,

Tell me you want to cat-nap on the couch 

with a movie in the background,

Tell me you want to feel my hand wrapped around you,

Tell me you want to watch me while we grocery shop, 

Tell me you want to feel my mouth all over you,

Tell me you want to experience the version of me 

at home with no makeup, 

Tell me you want to bury yourself inside me,

Tell me you want all of it,

Tell me regular life isn’t boring,

Tell me it’s happiness to watch me,

Tell me it’s all of me and just me 

Tell Me Everything is Always Real pt. II

 

What is bliss, 

How wet I always got for you, 

How I looked under you,

How much I wanted you,

Am I the object of affection,

The dreams in your head,

The whisper in your brain,

Or am I the fleeting fantasy,

The temporary obsession, 

The conquest of all conquests,

Until someone else whispers your name, 

Until you can’t resist again,

But with a new pet, 

What do you burn the world down for,

What’s your forever need, 

What gets you so hard,

You can’t come down, 

What’s the point of bliss,

If it’s always met with the possibility of 

Someone else

Is It Feeling Adventurous or Am I Just Vulgar at this Point?

 

Do something so dirty for me, 

Something that will have you palming yourself for the next week

Every time you think of it

Something so sinful,

It’s impossible not to make me wet at the thought of it,

Something so dirty,

It’ll be the first thought in my head

when I lay down at night

Something so sinful,

That my nipples are instantly hard

That I have to touch myself 

Temptation

 

You’re like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun,

almost impossible to resist, 

Everything about you is enticing,

you smell like rain, 

you feel like silk,

You whisper my name,

like I’m the last drop of water in the universe, 

Lap me up, 

show me what I’ve been missing,

You’re the danger so close,

that I pray my final prayer,

say my goodbyes,

Because I’m falling,

catch me,

use me,

abuse me,

Everything about you,

was made to be trouble for me,

Forcing me back,

roughly, 

needing,

wanting,

Until I’m nothing left except what you do to me,

Punish me for leaving, 

make me sorry, 

make me hurt,

Threaten me to make me stay,

scare me so I won’t leave,

Make me feel you relentlessly,

subject me to a lifetime of you 

Some Things are Wetter than Others

 

What do you do with yourself when no one else is around?

Are you enjoying your familiar up and down movement,

Are you plagued with thoughts of a life gone wrong,

Are you waiting for your next fuck,

Are you filled with dread when you think of yourself,

Are you reminiscing how good you feel buried in someone else,

Are you wondering where she went,

Are you contemplating the next hot wet thing waiting for you,

Are you saddened by what you lost,

Are you picturing a pretty little mouth around you,

Are you wistful for memories that could’ve been,

Are you thinking about how good it feels when your hand is coated in juices,

Are you alive at all?

To be continued.. with additional late night thoughts

Where are you? Because I miss you so fucking much. Do you still exist out there?

The I’m Sorry’s that Filled the World

 

Who are you? 

Or who could you be?

Outside of the abandonment,

Underneath the idea that you were never the most loved thing in the room,

The boy who was never picked for the finale,

Always something to bide time with while waiting for better,

A good time, a play thing,

But never the object someone couldn’t live without,

A game you never win at,

A prize you’ve never known,

If you could be something to someone,

The all or nothing,

Would it even matter at all?

Perhaps It’s Unfinished or Perhaps It Made Its Point

 

Fuck me like I’m your last fuck

Treat me like you’ll never be in anyone again

Eat me like you’ll spend the rest of your life starving

Need me like you’ll need this memory 

Destroy everything that’s left 

Hurt me like you’re going to miss me  

Bruise me so I’ll remember 

Make this be everything you need

The Simulation Just Went Bad or Whatever MGK Said

 

All the unanswered words sitting on my tongue,

Waiting to slip and fall,

Hiding under lines about sex,

What would it take for you to love me?

What would it take for you to love,

Anything at all?

Where are you? 

What does it take to reach you?

How do I shove my hand in there,

And steal your heart?

How do I make you remember,

More than just my body?

How do I grab the parts of you, 

That no one else knows?

How do I whisper in your ear,

And you hang on every single word?

What does it take,

To make you belong to me?

Once Upon a Time or If You’re Not Too Scared to Tell It, I’m Not Too Scared to Hear It

 

Tell me a story

Let it begin with once upon a time

Make it a harrowing tale 

Encompass every bad thing you’ve ever done 

Every fucked up secret you own

Every shame you’ve ever known

Every scene you’re too scared to tell

Anything as long as it’s honesty

As long as the story ends with,

A tale of growth 

Changes made, futures created

And that you’ve returned 

To make me your home

Tell Me Everything Is Always Real

Tell me it was all real, that you feel something

That it was always me, that I could’ve had all of you

Tell me that no one looks like I do,

That I’m impossible to resist

No one feels like I do, no one fits around you the way I do

Stretching for all of you, always, over and over

Tell me that no one’s voice is as sweet

Panting in your ear

Tell me that I’m so good, you’d die 

For just the chance to watch me

Tell me that the thought of me

Makes you run to the closest participant,

Seeking release that’s never as good

Tell me you’d stop who you were doing

To worship at my alter

Tell me you’ve never wanted anything more

Tell me you felt anything at all 

Kill Bill

If I can’t have you,

Then I’ll make myself unforgettable to you

The silver blade of my knife sliding against your throat

So slick, so effortless, so easy

The last thing you’ll see is me

My gun to your head

Ruined for anyone else

Such a pretty girl, dripping for you

Delivering the fatal wound

No one else has to know

But you know

The smell, the taste

Everything you’re missing

As your blood flows

And I’m dying to harvest 

Knowing you’ll never forget me

Wanna play Russian roulette

 one last time 

I’ll believe you want me 

And you believe I won’t be the death of you

Coming Soon

 Stay tuned for the return.