invigorated flood

you talk shit to me

thinking it's dirty talk and foreplay

but it makes me feel like a child inside

and i worry that all i have is a cap gun to bring to this fight

waving white hankies is like suicide

hands down and taking wounded

you smile and show your teeth

like the doberman that lived down the block... getting wet at the sight of blood

no victims here

just willing carnivores' role play

cold inserts severing the flocks and the weak

this is the fantasy of death and love

all kidding aside

i fear that if you saw what's in my mind

you would run away and hide

never to be seen again

or just never willing to look or ask