I Might Just Paint You A Masterpiece

I want that Degas just for her.
I know how she likes it on the wall.
Dirty talk, she calls it a form of art;
Who am I to disagree, the way I paint the fucking scene,
Original no forgeries
High-value art, I am the king,
But I don’t accept a crown – That pomp just not for me
They say I am a mountebank, I say this life I live ain’t free
but it can’t be crime the way she gives it to me

There would be times she washed the dishes like she was washing a new born child. It honestly drove me crazy, I just wanted to do them for her, with all my vigor; I couldn’t waste time – But I get it now. I find myself holding a dish with the water running slow, my hands in control, and smiling. I know I shouldn’t but I ask anyway, was this enough? Did I do it enough, did I speak the names that mattered as often as I would like to now?

I could summon the rain, The Great Wave off Kanagawa,
Don’t your life just feel the same,
The way you wake up and smell the Self Portrait of A Drowned Man
Talkin’ craft is something I do fast
Breakin’ the Bread like it’s my Last,
Got it spread Vitruvian Man
Stepping out the Memory of the Garden at Etten,
I more miss Eden – I snuck out while she was sleeping
Is it bad that I still sleep easy?
Close my eyes and hear The Scream
Bought this spot with my Angel in Green,
She steps in the room looking like the Mona Lisa
Future so bright, priceless as a Starry Night
Now let The Three Musicians play it nice and slow
Pour the drinks like it’s Hemingway’s last call
And tell me all about how you feel art

How  could anyone blame her? All she wanted was to connect with something, all she wanted was to feel; And I don’t blame her – All these nerves, all this flesh, and god damn what use is it all if you’re not arrested by the tides and moon to the point that you’re covered in sand as the water washes over you; Listening to it all crash like clockwork ebb and flow.

It took me a bit to slow down and simply live these moments, but I’m glad I did

It’s Just You And This Music Tonight

Sometimes you just need someone to commit with.
What kind of magic do I have in my fingertips?
Lightning fire, blast you up, make you melt, rough as fuck.
Because sometimes you need a pair of eyes
to look right into your soul; in all their silence,
they are still so loud. I’ll be found – I don’t know,
Am I wildin’ – I’ll never call it right, I won’t be that blind.
The stuff you want is mine, and I’m not keeping anything tonight

I won’t paint it red, won’t let you burn it either
Cause I’m not talking fire, at least not a consuming pyre
I want the crucible, strike it while it’s hot from the furnace,
On the anvil we are birthing days – hammer that shit out,
The taste of you is incredible – especially when I’m hungry
Are you afraid of being lonely? Press those claws into me,
Tear a little flesh, I swear it will look good on me,
Oh you’ve got the means to rip apart anyone you please.
That’s a dangerous characteristic – I can hear it seethe
Should I put you down or drop with you under me?

Are you ready to turn up the heat? Like it was possible to imagine
something hotter than the moment we touched baby.
I’ve got you on this throne like Satan himself done claimed your soul;
Like he made a pact so dark he had to stop by a few minutes before 8
To pick you up and take you out for everything you never felt
And with that even God can hear you gasping,
From beyond the night sky we’ll go swimming in
Because we all know now you’ve had a taste,
No one stops until they’ve touched the depths
Take this vehicle for a drive down your spine, fingers ride the lines,
The curves between familiar, and never felt better
This the kind of shit that take you back to the beginning
– Talking bout the big bang of the universe
I was there once, and now here we are.

When she was here couldn’t get enough,
when she’s gone like she was never here at all,
couldn’t keep her under the covers, too hot,
had to break it off, find a new spot, turn the pillow over,
cool it off, And now I’m all talk, about was this real life,
or was I just a roll of the dice, hit luck once, thought it was all mine,
but I couldn’t sign, granted, it wasn’t worth the dime,
they we’re trying to push on me, and I just spent the time,
not worrying about whether it was worth my life,
All in now, you can’t call me ‘mine’
You want to get down, then fall down
I don’t worry about the outcome, just the way I got there,
Dead in my grave, it was worth the nightmare
So tell me, do you think life is fair?
I wonder if you could of done better here

I’ve Got Lightning In My Fingers; Do You Really Care If I Won’t Promise?

I’m gonna break you off,
Disconnect you from that bullshit,
Get you high on our dalliance,
Let’s hit this catharsis!

Time to becoming,
Walking my fingers across your stomach
Got your troposphere ready to spill,
Turn my lips to your sky,
Ready to drink down till I drown
I’m coming; Up only to crown you
Queen, I’m so proud of you!

Bad, but all we are is nature,
Resplendent, looking at your architecture
Such eloquence as you evocatively throw it back at me.
If I wasn’t so good with this mouth
You’d probably find your frisson ineffable
Let your moans get the best of you!

Yes, I am; I’ve got you cursing! In between sighing this name.
God almighty couldn’t sign it like me.
Script across your chest,
Whatever is on your to do list,

So I put my name down – Let’s go another round
Sing with those vocal cords, I mean ring the bell
Count to infinity; 1 Mississippi, 2, and 3 you’re hooked.
Which is dangerous baby, I’m not your intervention
Maybe just a few more bumps; I won’t cut you off
Just ask and I’m delivering; Nothing short of gourmet in the kitchen
Told you once that I had lightning in my fingers,
Tapped you twice, and brought the thunder,
Summoned the rains; We swam under the covers
Now you’re chilling on the bed lighting that cigarette,
Sparked up high on the moment!

So let me ask one more time of your critical thought,
Do you really care if I won’t promise to put the danger down
Long enough for us to obtain resting hearts?

Even Though I Hit It I Don’t Miss You

Disclaimer* All Things I write are subject to artistic creation.
I’ve never gutted anyone nor has anyone gutted me.

I don’t feel all that much on this, as you gut me of intestines.
Sprawled out on your couch I could use a real inspiration.

Are you one of those new waves?
You know the type that don’t crash at all;
They just keep on going towards nothings
Fizzle out afraid to hit the shore!

It’s a tragedy; The only people diving in are jokers.
All the intelligent fools are jaded
They didn’t like how the feelings made them hurt
So they brush them off and learn to love the cold.
There’s a fire in here and they hover by the stove.

I’ve always been so foolish,
Rash decisions to a dead head
Say baby, damn it’s cold outside!
Let that freeze chill into the bark on the trees,
You’re skin can take hits like that, but there’s no need,
The only hits you should feel are drugs like me,
So come over inside for some boot knocking,
I’m not talking shoe shopping,
Down for coming, but not out of pocket;
Watch it, always time for them good vibes
Like clockwork I know how your cogs work,
Do it slow to the sunrise, covered in sunlight,
I’ll make waves in your harbor and rock them ships,
40 days and nights when it’s done
Only I’ll have to apologize on account of Cupid’s aim – He only grazed me

Spend enough time on something and you’ll love or hate.

We’ll Skip Our Way Into Hell And They’ll Try To Keep Us Out

Fuck this deck of cards,
I’ll drop the whole thing.

52 Factorial I won’t pick up.

Everything tastes like Scotch now,
Maybe we should air your heart out
How about we just put the Absinthe down.
All this drinking could lead to things in the wrong.
You got me feeling like I’m too far gone,
You should put that Tequila gun down!
Drinking out of you like your mouth was the barrel,
I’ll help you finish, boom I pulled the trigger.

Now you’ve come – Can you say it’s for nothing?
Such an explosion can never be the last.
Nothing is something after all – It’s just the start
Such a sensuous crawl,
Across the bed into these maws
Just a smack – Fill up your cup
Flip it over, You’ll take it better like that
Ravenous flush – You’re burning up
We should have gone slow,
but I’ve never been one to filter
I’ll spill my paint all over your face,
Gentle drip – That’s the last of it
You couldn’t find art with a better taste.
And I don’t wait for it to dry,
I can always do it all again if I like.

I’ve got things coming for you
Real cheap, only your mind will do.

So Even If You Rock It Smashin’ Scissors, I Got Us Covered Like Paper

I’ve been thinking about that art, premeditated.
I had to steal it, once I saw it – Haunted
No brakes, hands leaving traces,
I’d rather use my body as an answer than words,
but I’ll give you three – Come to me
Pouring flows, she likes to get two on – Under me
First degree with that brain – Cuffed
Mrs. Officer putting it on like she caught me
The way you reading my rights I wish you would
Throw me in the back and start ripping my clothes off.
I’m here to deliver your favorite flavor.
Flip you round and hit it like I was digging a grave for murder;
I’m a gentleman, of course I’ll bring flowers.

You Should Resist Me For Your Fast – I’ll Temp You Like Low Hanging Wisdom

Is that you pressing all over my flesh?
I’ve got poisons to spill on your dress,
The kind that will brighten up your face,
Nothing but the purest in these veins.

No ruler could convince you of his destiny.
Even the almighty made mistakes,
I could lead you, but I hear you do fine,
Looking at you, I’d be tempted in paradise.

Sold down the river, got my hands up, now shoot.
I like when you bring on your knees to new heights
Got the devil rushing to put on his glasses
Saw you from the roof and had to have you,

I’ll speak in tongues with your legs up in the air,
Just keep moving your hands through my hair
No rush, I need it quick. No love, I want your kiss.
22: If Hammurabi caught me I’d be put to death.

Hit It Nine Times Cause That Cat Got Nine Lives

I’m gonna do you right,
Turn you on, and light up the night
Got this magic in my fingers
Shoot it straight, cut with nothing
Fathers get mad cause I get high with their daughters.
I’m a bull, charge full, speed,
I got what you need

Work you out like reps in a set,
Panties to the right, we gon’ get the sheets wet,
You bet I’m going to put your vocals to the test
I get a little bigger when I’m looking at your figure
God damn, I’m bout to bite that,
Keep it in my face cause I don’t see nothing wrong,
With a little bump and grind, Hit it nine – Times,
cause that cat got nine lives
Talking mutual satisfaction, there is no maximum,
Just go until the neighbors start knocking,
Then laugh and turn up the volume.
No way we stopping this without climaxing,
Usher trying to take us to them high places,
He’d probably throw planes on the soundtrack
Maybe the body, to really work that
Hell yeah you’re a freak huh?
Ain’t nothing but nature to me,
Sweet honey when you taste me.
And I seek it on the daily, Yeah I’m a real geek.
Studying you on your knees
If I ever lost my way,
You’re the one that the gods hope pray for me 😉
Maybe if we kiss this could turn into coffee in the morning,
But seriously, Let me hit it in the morning,
I’ll get you in the shower with me,
I could go hours if you need,
Breakfast at 3? Fresh pearl necklace I’ll bless it,
Okay I’m just going to put an end to this…. ha

I Haven’t Been Me So Much Lately – So I Set It Free

I’m a wild love,
I’ve got things in my closet you want to see em?
If the Earth could speak do you think she’d be a freak?
I think you’ve got her song on
Do you like hands on your throat?
Could anything be more ambitious?
What’s more of something you’ve never tasted before? A sure thing.
When I pull up roaring for the night I won’t wait
I wonder what notes you like to hit the most.
Talking like you really want to bite it: The apple and the snake.
Turned up with some demons,
You trust yourself; I trust me
In the end what’s worth doing?
I’ve never been richer, so let’s give it all away
When it comes to this…
When it comes to grinding hips

I know what you need,
Dressing down while I chase you around,
I think you know what I mean
Going to strip you down
Deliver you to this high
Flip you over I know what’s on your mind
Change position, Baby I’m addicted to friction
Lady let me ask if you don’t mind my asking…
Where’d you get that ass from? Amazing.
I’m feeling on you Déjà vu,
Had to hit it again so I could savor the taste of you.

I’m thirsty for you baby, believe it when I say I can handle me
I’ll fill the bathtub up with gin and drink my way down to your thighs,
Dirty Martini, Sink me under, I’ll come up touching from your lips to your tongue
Baby watching you do you from below is so fun

She Could Freeze – She’d Rather Melt

So what’s the next thing on your lips? The word could be leave or silence might come up from your lungs screaming, “Give me something to hold on for.” I could write moans across your body Hemingway couldn’t put into phrases; Sex for salvation you’re your own saviour – My hands broke the bread.

If you were to speak now, I wonder how many sighs of ecstasy would be necessary as I grip your thighs. Would any number be overdoing it? Let’s overdose; I know fear when I see it stalking in the corner of someone’s eyes, and baby that’s not it roaring in yours.

Look what’s hanging now – Anticipation herself on the precipice, begging; Kisses upon your navel to resurrect every nerve cell that thought it would never be touched lightning hot, boom – Thunder, I’ve already struck. The next thing on your lips will be, “More!” followed by me. There is no such thing as enough