Don’t You Know

don’t you know? they say, “desire is the root of all the waits”
there must be a good reason that all my love go to waste
“ya stupid cu*t, nobody asked ya ta wait”
yeah i guess i ain’t no Saint, it musta been my damned fate

burnin’ on a Friday night, why does it smell like lie?
“hey i needa be alone for some time, i’ll just be fine”
squeezy, cracky, creamy, isn’t her oyster (pus*y) just divine?
learnin’ poppysmic side by side, the whole scene red as fire
let’s talk bout yo dinner date, nah i gon’ resign (burn alive)

now my world is out of Christ, so I run a heist,
join a savage tribe, hittin’ massive hype
guess she is more of your type, yeah i bet ya wud deny
better if i stay out of sight, yeah i guess they’re right
love takes all my might

hell ya right, eternal fantasy was never a lie
just never been the protagonist in your storyline
blindfolded by my desire all this time, all this time
i wish I would’ve known you aren’t mine (it wasn’t me)

One

She rides, rides on top of Mount Everest
he hides, hides inside Cave Hogberget
they follow, follow the groove of avalanche
ready sex go! go down to their deepest core 
cast away, away from all the formidable force
until they feel, feel that they are one forevermore. 

Love Mold

Hum your love words in mellow tone,
mould the shape of heart on my collarbone
with that gentle pressure from your calloused thumb,
and
my naked eyes will follow your lover-bomb.

Butterflies

I get lost on purpose,
for us is such a tasteful notion,
for the thought of recreating us has been too tempting,
for I love us more than the idea of heaven,
so gimme gimme butterflies, baby.

Spicing up our love potion,
with a few drops of sleeping potion,
casts the most unbreakable vow,
which shall send us down the rabbit hole
into our eternal fantasy.