honey
honey’s eyes could be the color of the sea
if it were boiling
she’s got a delicate step, fast feet built for
back streets, legs up on the backseat
all the world is an audience for fresh meat
they say you can’t move your body when you’re dreaming
the only time for peace is when honey’s sleeping
time beats a drum and his breath smells like rum
she’s ready to run back pockets are breathing
see you can’t breathe and swallow at the same time
honey’s done enough swallowing and white lines
thin lines between lust and heat
but honey’s gotta eat
Horror Sleaze Trash 