she makes me vulgar

she makes me vulgar
turns me primal…raw
transforms me into somethin feral
when her scent fills my lungs

lord knows I ain’t no saint
and she’s my fiercest addiction
my darkest desire
writhin on shadowed sheets

her body becomes an altar
in this ritual of need
where I worship with rough hands
and a heart that beats her name

she makes me vulgar
with those midnight eyes
dark as sin…carved from stars
drownin me in their depths

I want to consume her whole
devour her til nothin remains
unleash the hunger she ignites
without mercy

my hands paint possession
onto her tremblin flesh
markin territory with want
til she arches…untamed

she makes me vulgar
awakens the monster and poet
both thirstin for her essence
both ready to burn the world

her pleas become my prayer
her surrender becomes my salvation
as she cries out
in pleasure's twisted tongue

I’ll mark her skin
with savage devotion
brand her with every breath
claim what has always been mine

fuck…she makes me vulgar
my name her final descent
her soul shatterin beneath me
feedin my darkest need