Bitch

Feeling you fade

Fanning my face with your last leaf

Another rotting tree

Loosen your tongue, yes

Now slip it into me

I'll return the lust, bitch

Give us your grace

How about about some of your sunny weather?

To keep me warm

Give me a touch

Not just one of your friendly brushes

Reach into me, bitch

Give me some fear

More than more of your weaknesses

Like a filthy sea

Licking my lips with disgust and anticipation

I taste your blood, bitch