Sorry, Didn’t Catch Your Name (Maybe Next Time)
Hey there little muchacha,
I just wanna talk witcha.
So, tell me,
would you like to share a drink with me?
(Share a drink with me.)
Such a pretty face,
I’d hate to see it go to waste.
(I’d hate to see it go to waste.)
Hey honey,
don’t worry this drinks on me.
Don’t be shy,
we can drink to me.
(We’ll drink to me.)
Wouldn’t you like a tour…
of my room?
Test the bed,
that’s still perfectly made.
Sheets begging for a scandal so beautiful…
(Oh so beautiful.)
Crushing all your aspirations for tonight.
(Just for tonight.)
Fears lagging behind until tomorrow’s light.
The morning’s view will,
leave you breathless,
sightless.
The silence will…
leave you haunted.
Every creak of the mattress rips through,
like a razor.
Diamonds are for a princess,
diamonds are forever.
Lust is for an orgasm,
lust is what’s left for whores.
Wrapped in warmth,
wrapped in lies,
wrapped in a tease,
like a sexy present to please.
Longing for something physical,
to prove it wasn’t a dream.
(Was it a dream?)
On the desk sits,
a note molested by graphite.
Words lost in feelings,
senses failing,
reading…
“Last night you were the cure for my itch…
same time, same line, same tryst?”
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