Sticks and carrot, he called me a harlot for squeezing his balls
It is in rough sex we know God is real, it’s never in the first skin we peel
Or the signs we couldn’t see, I want you and my gates are ajar
25th is far, fill me up till am no longer sad about people, money and markets
Music, Italian treats.
Pizza, Russian cream.
Black is an attitude of power