Good-Looking Girl

Your, nicotine love
Sprinkled with grainy
Lipstick mark and I swear
I've never been this close to
Tragic perfection
Fuck this

Chip, Tar black eyeliner
Her thighs exhaustive
Me when I enter her
And then she weeps
Her lips gently open
Controlling me now

Slow, she moans my name
The smell of skin sinks
Into my lungs and I'm high
Wearing her dry
Weaving our story
With poshy details

Silk, Underwear blonde
She's a brunette yes, leafy her eyes
And I plant, manipulative kiss
Onto her lips straight from Moscow

The calming sensation of lust
Is fruiting a storm

The night's turning red
And I'm keeping my baby so warm

I've written the codes in her binary system
She's gone
So gone

Now serve my ego
But serve it with a platter of warmth

I adore you so long