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