Naked Bodies, Empty Hearts

Prostitution! Such a hideous footstep,  it's a shirt that they wear underneath  their skin to filter their hunger from  today's generation by holding hands.  They flag their wrists to one another  thinking their affinity has no lustfull  entity while they x-ray their outfits to  Over pollute their minds.  A tattoo tatted above her buttocks  While he's in a quest for it like a  mouse tempted by the aromatic smell of cheese.   The word love is splattered on  A sheet of duvet, just to get her to open up her serenic voice, which is like music  to the flesh, a world devoted their souls  In a pool of pleasure.  Man copy and paste dogs dirty deeds  Woman hang lingerie branded I'm  closed for now, like a climax that leads  to a brutal sweet fruit they say the outcome is sensational.  A man bids a dowry worth one night  and the rest of her is worth double her right, in his draws theirs a steep hill of  Different skirts and sizes and when he denies it he says it's his ex's So whom does the one his wearing  belong to.  She says give me back the skirt when your kiss is deep down my throat  when my tonsils are lit up like a cigarette  screaming pour water on me.