Sex With My Broken Heart

Sex With My Broken Heart

My nails strum your back transmitting chills round your skin

My lips burn yours sending throughout your body absolute lust

Something cold in my clawing nails makes this feel like a sin

You can’t help but feel as if there is something absent in my flawless thrust

I barely speak a word during our blistering entanglement

Still your itch tells you to pursue deeper into my flesh

Even though this heat I exhibit seems cold and vacant

You care not the emotion I cloak, as long as you get your rush

So I hide into myself and allow you to persist

You feel me as if I am ice and not a torrid fountain of yearning

You are damned in your high and venture on with out resist

Slowly a thought impregnates your brain and you begin learning

Not in love with you will I fall

I am exploiting your molestations as a band-aid

I am wounded and you are the first to kiss better it all

I do not want proclamations of adoration to be said

Have sex with my broken heart and forget that I am in pain

Just for tonight fuck me like it will save my soul

Perhaps by morning this ache will finally be slain

And when we part ways, stories of this night will never be told