SNEAKING AT THE BACK DOOR


you two kiss each other
like there's no tomorrow
it feels different
hers is lust; yours are rage

you two fuck each other
it's rougher than other days
and she likes it
even when you want to break her crotch

you two see each other
the heat's rising
her eyes are sugar and everything sweet
yours are a madman discovering something

(you want to bite her lips off
so she doesn't taste like anyone else)


note: the title is taken from sorry by beyoncé.