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 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