I think you're delicious, baby

the smoke on your breath

and lies between your teeth

are sweet enough to swallow.

with kisses come promises,

and with every stroke of lust

under the summer heat

come broken lullabies of

happy endings and beautiful

tunes.

but we aren't even friends,

are we?

this is lust, baby, at it's

deepest. and I am so in

lust with you.

I can hardly seem to find

a connection that's deeper

than your torn, falsehearted

words.