he is,
the boy that your mother warned you about
hand high on your thigh, cigarette in his mouth,
he pours you more liquor, he's such a good kisser
his lips start on yours then begin to move south
you're nervous, you quiver, he undoes your zipper
you're learning, skin burning and squirming about
your veins are on fire, your parents were liars
blood filled with desire and it's all pouring out,
you're earning your stripes, no turning around
he's a frequent flier, just making his rounds,
he pulls out a swisher, his black lighter flickers
you're coughing and gasping for air as he sniggers
your mind overflows and explodes and gets bigger
your body's a gun with his tongue on the trigger,
your spirits they slither, so kindred, to the backseat
time unfolds as you spread yourselves out
his fingers move quick and explore different routes
you're searching for words in the corners of your mouth
but all you find is teeth and his tongue slipping out,
probing body galaxies, moles like planets and freckle stars
solar systems aged near twenty years inside of jars
hot, heavy, hard, kisses like art in the back of his car
painting sin on saintly skin until the pure canvass is charred.
halo lost, broken petal, drive it fast, press the medal
dirty lips on virgin hips you lose the youth in which you revel
chip a tooth on bitter truths, it's true he's on another level
tie your noose, choose to lose, when you’re dealing with the devil.
you breathe him in, you feel his skin
your hear is voice, you see his grin
his unkept bangs all in your face
his forked tongue kisses laced with sin
heart starts to race, you'll let him win
you'll go down this road again
you fall from grace, you let him win
you'll go down this road again
you breathe him in, you feel his skin
more than lovers, less than friends
his unkept bangs all in your face
you raise the stakes, you go all in, heart
racing and chasing your youth
you fall from grace, you let him win, fingers
lacing, evading the truth
you fall from grace and let him in.
About the Creator
Trævon
It’s Britney, bitch.
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