hands in my pockets
dim lit room
everyone on view
lick the bruise of everything used
hands on my tattoos
lust for it, and you
hands against the wall
atop like a doll
laugh, not at all
you like it rough
kill you till you’re tough
brush against my beard
while i whisper everything
you like to hear
can’t contain
this is good bye
slip like grease
it’s for you, i’m just a tease