Skinsong (with Betty)

The crush
the press of bodies
is fucking intoxicating
it makes me wanna be bad
shed my skin in
all the wrong ways
fuck a guitarist
get naked on a stage somewhere
make a sex tape
where I vamp it
up on all fours
moaning for the
camera while
fingering my
last inhibition

electric sex shocks
with each guitar plaint
and it makes me wanna
lean back into a strangers
cock while we grind out
feel their contained desire
hard against me
while I hitch my skirt higher
up my thighs

There's a bathroom stall
asking for me inscribe my name
into the wood
as if to say I fucked here
used the bass as foreplay
and it was dirty and beautiful
and I won't remember his name
tomorrow night when
I shed the succubus skin
I wear in this sweat-perfumed
hunting ground

I want to throw my arms up
my ass out and feel life
crash into my hollowed veins
as if sex and music made new skin
and my body became a midnight magic shockwave
until heads turned in tandem heat
and I’d fuck ever person in this
crowd, break the gang bang record
just to stay alive
another moment

I don't need to find God
in the crush of bodies
pressed against me
because I found something better

And I'll fuck them all
blow every rockstar
fan boy or groupy bitch
who wants me on my knees
just to touch heaven
in the merciless rapture
of their bodies
and claim myself gloriously unholy
utterly divine
and completely fucked

The press of bodies
makes me want to be bad