Bacchae Turns Me
I saw you standing there:
Your hangnail on your tongue;
Your stare was beautiful
Your boots were big and rough
I licked my lips and said
“I'll never have enough”
You said you'd had your fill;
You try to never touch that stuff
I felt a line of blood
Drip from my nose to chin
You tried to lick it up;
You told me you could handle it
I felt a strand of hair
Slide down my neck and back;
My muscles twitching hard:
I clawed your skin
And made a scar!
It turns me on/off
I saw you standing there:
I looked down from above
Your stare was sinister
Your hands were thick and tough
You licked your lips and said:
“I'm glad this isn't love
I'm glad that it's pretend;
I love that it's a rush”
I felt a drop of sweat
Drip from my face to neck
You tried to lick it up
You told me you could handle it
I felt your clumsy hands
Wrap all around my hips
I felt my nausea peak;
I lost it as you kissed my cheek!
It turns me on/off
