Devour the Sour

psychological burrowing
has got my eyebrows
furrowing

my IQ
is lowering
but i swear
i’d love
to show her things

take her
straight
down
to
the
floor

sweet young thing, aint sweet, no more

hold her tightly, in my teeth
it’s my boot, with her beneath
standing tall, with sword unsheathed
I roast that bird, and then I feast

I am at least
fifty percent
beast

I bite and bite until I’m bored
sweet young thing ain’t sweet no more
we say hello, but first a kiss
it’s just friendly hug, but I can’t resist
lingering too long, cuz you’re on my list
and on bread alone, man cannot subsist

in your head, I plant my face
such a pretty place, for me to deface

paradise disturbed, a temple disgraced
but I stalk my prey
until I chew
on what I chase

in my claws that rip, and teeth that gore
sweet young thing ,aint sweet, no more

I take her straight down to the floor

I bite and bite until I’m bored
in my claws that rip and teeth that gore

sweet young thing
aint sweet
no more

ancient as a lions roar
I picked her up pure
and then dropped her off a whore

sweet young thing
ain’t sweet
no more


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