Potion Crumbles

Temptation rears her ugly head over and over again
Where the pistol rules inside my nonexistent
barriers
and I look at you,
wondering if your lust goats roam in the plains of your mind too
Their tongues tickling the sweet grass of your
inappropriate thoughts of me
being in your sheets made of sheep
and moan dusts

The ugly girl comes for me again
there is no salvage for what I'm about to do to you now

I straddle you, running my hands through your hair, coming in currents,
kissing you, though i feel nothing for you. How can this be?
Dear Faun, your hooves have weakened me, crippling my walls of resitence
i dare you to touch me right,
and i dare you to keep going


and most of all,
I dare you to call me yours