she said it would be this wayi remember those words of hersthose words whispered so knowinglyand painlesslythat faint sad smileescapingfor only a secondand theni feel it grow smallerthe passion subsidingslipping further out of reachuntil all that is leftall that is known is thissilence
ground 0back in the 80si would dream of nuclear deathatomic fusionlistening to the static on the radiowatching the mushroom cloud balloon up in the distancethe sirens wailing on and onscreaming our impending doomsonic boomthe air itself would catch aflamethe skin on my arms crackling as the flesh beneath cooked.these were just dreams.
the dancei was feeling naughty last nightand i wanted to be your handsas you caressed yourselfmassaged yourselfso effortlesslyslipping off your clothesi imagined i was youtouching youthinking of menaked in your own little dance party
nicotineshe leans in quietlya minuscule curl of smokeemanatesfrom a corner of her lipsand speaks molten fireinto my earliquefying my minduntil her words becomeicy steel against my skin
missingI thought you'd spend the nightbut when I wokeyou were already gonethe sheets on your sidesomewhat warm to the touchthe pillow showingyour cheek's indentationand in spite ofeverythingthe distant scents of your hairand amber perfumeare barely presentin this morning's air
lastonly silence leftwishing i could be the oneninja you needed
thisisnotalovesongthis is addictionandi'm jonesing for my heroinc'mon baby, fix me upi need another shoti'm getting j-j-j-j-j-jitteryshakesmy mind sweatsskin coldveins yearningi n-n-n-need your voiceyour wordsneed to hear you inside meagainsoonnowplease babyjust gimme a tastethat's all i needjust a tasteso i can go backbackback tomy dreamlandmy heavenjust a little bit of youis all i need to get throughthis cold anddreary day