Desire X

Friday Night, music is low, you walk in like you own the scene
Pink Floyd playing, you were swaying, wicked smile in your tight jeans
I don’t want soft confessions, I want teeth, nails and sweat,
I want to feel you curse my name, best bad choice you ever met.
Pull you by the hips, to the beat, when you feel that drum,
I want your pretty mouth spitting filth, as your throat starts going numb,
I want to smear that lipstick, drag your innocence through the mud,
Make your neighbors hear you screaming, pounding pulse inside your blood,
I want you clawing at my shoulders like you’re tearing off your past,
Every “no” you ever swallowed spilling out of you at last.
I want your jeans on the floor like a crime scene sign,
Hard Pressed, fingerprints all over your spine,
I’m thinking bad thoughts with the lights turned low,
Wanna hear you talk shit like you got something to show
Say my name with a mouth so mean,
Turn your innocent act into something obscene
This is my confession, You're my sin,
Hands on your waist, teeth on your skin,
We don’t say love, we just say “more,”
Two dirty hearts nailed to the floor.
This ain’t romance, this is fire,
Bad decisions, mixed with raw desire,
You say “stop” then pull me near,
Stay with me tonight, I need you here
I want you wrecked, hair wild, no control,
Mascara running like it’s lost its soul,
I want to push you right up to the edge,
Make your body sign my name like a pledge.
I want your hands tied, mind untamed,
Want you laughing while you’re half ashamed,
Let the neighbors think we’ve lost our minds,
Two grown sinners doing overtime.
I want you begging me to slow this down,
Then dragging me deeper, make me drown,
Wanna feel your heartbeat slam my chest,
Like a loaded gun that won’t rest.
I want to turn your quiet into something obscene,
Rip the innocence off your good girl needs,
Put a bruise on every doubt you got,
So you remember who made you this hot.
I want you spent, no mask, no lie,
Sweat on your neck, wild look in your eye,
I’m not looking for forever, I’m looking for now,
You, me, and this hunger show me how.
(Female Voice)
She says, Shut up, don’t talk, just move,
I want your hands rough, nothing smooth,
I didn’t dress like this to play it safe,
I came here drunk on the thought of your face.
I want your jacket on the floor with my pride,
Scratch your name down my throat from the inside,
I want your temper, not your charm,
I want bite marks, not your arm.
I want to ride that ego till it breaks in two,
Watch your calm turn into something rude,
I want you talking filthy in my ear,
So loud the whole damn block can hear.
I want your smirk wiped clean by the things I do,
I want you stunned, out of breath, brand new,
I want you shaking like a hymn gone wrong,
Confused if this is lust or song.
I want your fingers tangled in my hair,
Pull a little harder if you dare,
I want my lipstick on your neck like proof,
Red fingerprints all over the truth.