An Ode To That Wile Harlot - Navy Cut

I crave you.

Everyone told me you would be the death of me

But you've embroidered death into a fantasy.

Everyone told me you are cheap

That you could be had by any excuse for a man.

But a moment of lust is stronger than a lifetime's wisdom

I proved to myself this timeless truth

So here I am

With a light in my hand

I crave you.

 I have had others when you were not around

Not that you asked for loyalty

Not that you deserve it

There were classic beauties,

Mild maidens,

Glamorous black princesses...

Yet it is you I crave

You in your cheap white cotton dress,

The vulgarity of your breath

The ferocity of your hot amateur lovemaking...

Oh how you feel in my mouth

You engulf my mind in smoke

A fire burns me down, down to my guts...

 Can't give you up

And the laughter on your angry orange lips says you know it

You throw your power in my face

I throw you out

Take you back

You shameless urchin, you smilingly come back

Come back to kill me

Come...

I crave you.