Sticky

There’s a girl with a hunger, a wild little spark,
She craves something sticky, leaves her mark in the dark.
She’s got a grin, got a gleam, like she’s caught in a sin,
Warm sweetness dripping, running down her chin.
 
Oh, she doesn’t care where it lands,
Let it drip, let it stick, running over her hands.
She’s a fire, she’s a mess, but she’s free,
And her voice rises up, calling desperately:
 
"I want it like this, give me it warm,
Let it be sticky, let it storm!
On my skin, in my hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care!
Roll it ‘round, let it run,
This hunger’s wild, this game’s just begun!"
 
It’s the taste, it’s the heat, it’s the rush she needs,
Her cravings pulling tighter like strangling weeds.
She’s a lover of chaos, of flavor that bites,
Chasing sticky satisfaction deep into the night.
 
Oh, she’s reckless, a queen with no shame,
Each drop, each roll, fuels her untamed flame.
She’s a fire, she’s a storm, can’t be still,
And her voice echoes louder, driven by thrill:
 
"I want it like this, give me it warm,
Let it be sticky, let it storm!
On my skin, in my hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care!
Roll it ‘round, let it run,
This hunger’s wild, this game’s just begun!"
 
She’s a whirlwind, unbridled, untamed,
Chasing that feeling, calling its name.
Dripping, rolling, she savors the taste,
A feast of chaos she’ll never let waste.
 
"I want it like this, give me it warm,
Let it be sticky, let it storm!
On my skin, in my hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care!
Roll it ‘round, let it run,
This hunger’s wild, this game’s just begun!"
 
Sticky desire, a feast she’ll defend,
Her cravings eternal, they’ll never end.
Let it roll, let it drip, let it coat her in sin,
For the taste of chaos, she’ll always give in.