my piss kink brings all the fuckbois to the yard

{iii} boi, what the hell, boi:
wine lingers on my tongue
in pops of song
another cigarette to still
tremoring fingers
clinging to the dark, to
the silence
broken only by
breaths of 4-4-5
smother'd by the pillow
into which i
moan
when you deem me
fit for your company

{ii}   okay that's nice but here's a recipe for brownies:
in my defense
you fucking pushed
because my perversions
intrigued your
vanilla sensibilities
but i don't think
i'm happy
being just a whore

{i} uhm.. excuse me, what the actual fuck[?]:
i spoon the oppressive gray of sleep,
dissect your spine {&}
lick twixt vertebrae scattered
like paperweights
across sheaves of insecurity ~
you anchor me to
fear bundl'd in
charcoal sheets,
weighing the worth of
my entirety
by the stock you put in
my cunt