RECURRING RESTLESSNESS

Naughtyness, my fault?
Looks who's to talk!

I'll be going to bed now,
with you stuck in my head.
Somehow, you make it a thing.

I'll be having fun with the thought, though,
breathing in the scent you forgot in me,
so, have fun with mine too.

APPRETIATION

I appreciate, alright.

I'll lick you from head to toes.
I'll eat you till your marrow bones.

I'll smack you down and trash you about,
your face to the ground, your rear stickin' out.

I'll plow your insides and feed on your sorrow,
You'll cry for milder times and give up hope for tomorrow.

Beat to a pulp, ashamed of yourself,
you'll have me and gulp all deviations I delve.