White-knuckled, bit-lipped, wild-eyed
lacy love. You are my vehicle.
Zenith of all that has gone wrong;
the budding tulip sprung from
rotten filth. Rosy lips
bloom as if to say I Dare You to Fuck Me,
breaking open to reveal pearls and
a pink tongue.
L, l, l, l-
It is so sweet to our throat.
the protector, the hit-man bow to us now.
On your knees, men.
It has been far too long.
Mercy, mercy, mercy you.
We’ll have you swallow all of your repercussions.
We are deliciously ludic
and we are hungry.