Lick her

The words of a prisoner

Bound by her burning kisses

And powerful heaves

The caresses of her friends

That kept this mortality ever longing

For another taste of her lips;

A slow lick of her neck

And the pleasant sigh when it goes all the way down.

All I get are fantasies

How far we’d go

The next time I’d lay my hands on your cold face

I wonder whether I’ll sleep on my bed tonight

Whenever I hold your neck

I do not feel this cold

The girl alone feels at home

Because of you.

She says you’ll destroy me

Because you make me so merry

But still they want so much of you

And sometimes I do regret

That night I was just a bit too tipsy

But now you’re all over me

And now my every other dime

Is to purchase your drunking power.