Idle Threats Washed Up On The Rocks

Stunning beauty
Raw and focused
Read my mind
Forsaken on the Boulevard
Like some primeval cat
Arms and legs
All over the place
I held you tightly
You whispered in my ear
OK
We both knew
I could never hurt you
Idle threats washed up on the rocks
Of my cocktail glass
You have me by the balls of my soul
And I have your eternal trust
Lust
We kiss each other on the face
Sometimes I vomit in disgrace
Urine puke and feces
All over this damn place
But it feels like home
Home of the deranged
"Don't look at me"
"Stop looking at me"
Does it feel like visual rape?
Take a picture
It will last longer
A nice portrait