Bent all my longing ills to open you
suck tongue and bite
attempt to taste and stuff our mouths
with new delights
getting off isn't not in love
the bang and the tangle
talking blue
getting off isn't not in love
getting off is it not enough?
and failed now you'll burn
and you'll learn and you'll learn
My body still burns
from all that you were
with malice and raw
unvarnished youth
my body still burns
from all that you were
with practice your honey
is uncouth
and the witness as accomplice
of numb crimes
I'm toying with living... without
now the plaything of the gods
and she serves a cult of her own flesh
in her morning afterlife
where the hell is God?