Smoke and Sex
Some smoke still lingers
from the wreck.
Ten fragile fingers around my neck…
What's going on?
What happens next?
Why must I always be obsessed?
Let's let this pleasuring pain begin.
Bite your teeth down in my skin.
Dig your nails in my chest.
What's going on?
What happens next?
All this masochistic sex…
Pin me down and ride me rough.
I can't fucking get enough.
Put both your hands over my face.
Some smoke still stands around this place.
I'm wired with doubt or maybe I'm wrong.
Our fire's been out for so fucking long.
Those marks on your neck…
Is that where they belong?
What's happening next?
What's going on?
.
.
.
Do you still smell smoke,
or is it just me?
Would you like to go to bed and see?
.
.
I love the way you burn
me.