dirty pretty things

right now
it’s the sweet fear of falling of leaping
of being obsessed with an addiction
the friction

hell you make loving a sin

How I’m never able to hide
the joy of having you drip
from my lips have your fingers
run down my neckline have
you cover my backside
I can’t hide my desire

I’m greed and lust gluttony
when it comes to tasting you
on me

No good intention
no need to pave a road to hell
when you can nail me to it