In the Throes

Don't let him catch you caring Don't let him catch you alone He'll leave you crumpled Thoroughly deboned Pleasure's powerful pain He'll discard you moaning in the throes Know when to let him go The fantasy won't hold Won't warm your cockles Won't win your slobberknockers When you're besieged Broken of belief Faith's carnal crisis Feral phantoms in attack formation beneath Be loud enough to be found by mercy's myriad beauty Try something new A favorite color after blue A specific shade of weaponized rainbow sparking off the chip on your shoulder So sorry what smothered should have smoldered