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

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