In the scrotum of your dreams.
You turn your first trick for free.
Cocktails, catnip and cocaine.
Go jumping in the hot rain.
If you fake a squeal, when you cop a feel.
It rots your gut, but that's not enough for you.
I'm just the red mornin' sun.
I spit on the (cock / talk) of passion.
My heart beating in your head.
An angel (?).
Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw.
Sting like a bee and say: Aaarrgg.
Two cats that hunt each other's.
(?) one more time.
