Azeda Booth In Red
Make a fist like this
Whisper a threat in pirouettes
Spinning webs around the edge of my bed
With a blade of grass in your mouth
Make a bright black wish
To wet my chest with pearls of sweat
From the small of an angel's back
There is relief beneath these covers
I will open you up with my fingertips
And I'll slide my way inside
And I will force my tongue between your lips
While you suck every single taste bud pressed against
your braces
Dry
Little angel hips
Your skin is too soft
Like the bright pink snout of a pony
And with an ear to your breastbone
I can hear you cry
For your favorite toy
And a boy to knit you sweaters
And write you letters
And break you off
There is release
Beneath these covers
I will open you up with my fingertips
And I'll slide my way inside
And I will force my tongue between your lips
While you suck every single taste bud I can taste you
with dry
And it feels latent
But I'm happy I can feel
I'm gonna fall out of my underpants
When I see your face, I'm gonna lie wide open
And you can turn me sideways and sing
In mists of heavy breathing
About all the ways you like me best
I'm gonna fall out of my underpants
And it feels stupid
But I'm happy I can feel
I'm gonna fall out of my underpants
When I see your face, I'm gonna lie wide open
And you can turn me sideways and sing
In mists of heavy breathing
About all the ways you like me best
I'm gonna fall out of my underpants
