electrichead's blog: "My Poetry"

Without Your Bloody Lips I stick my finger where my heart is When I say I'm losing it today I stick to my very words from my mouth When I say I'd like to fuck today So would you take my hands Stuff them somewheres deep Stuff them somewheres warm So would you take my hands Leave them somewheres cold Leave them somewheres lost Because I am dying Without your bloody lips Between my finger tips With my tongue I lick Because I am sick Without your bloody lips Without your bloody lips I cannot lick At my fucking lips