I Know How You Like Your Eggs

 
There's still a barely contained
keg of dynamite
under my skin
and a constant threat
that will blow us both to bits

You aren't afraid of rage
or pain
content to have me hammer it
into your chest
so easy to understand

but it's not the release I want

Better, I could burn it
into lust
a fierce stare
and a dare to take me down

I don't fight fair
got nothing left to lose
so let's see if you can hold me
long enough to make me scream
until I'm too exhausted
to do it again

then inflict another one

Make me beg
I'll make you breakfast