Erogenous & Emotional Verses

39 - Your Noise

Stuck on the roof,

I'm full of juice,

but not the kind

that your mother would approve of. 

Your face is on my pants

as my phallys does a dance 

'cause your tits are pressed against 

my face. 

I wanna give you a deep-tissue massage

with my veiny, bulging cock-

Your pussy dripping 

as I tell you

how Friday nights just aren't the same 

without all the ways you'd go on tangents 

and say how work, school, and groceries 

are things that I need to be thankful for.

Your noise 

is the noise 

that fills up a house

and brings life 

to all the dead, busted candles

that I've still kept around.