Spin

I can taste where you've been

The worlds where you live

The lace and the sweat

And the scent of your flesh

Awakening every sense

Devouring your reticence

Offering recompense

For the devil I am

And the hell in my hands

Will warm your lips

Have a glass and a trip

A pass at your hips

And you're dancing again

I can place where you spin

The whorls on your fingertips

The grace and the death

And the pleasures of heavy breath

Measuring every step

Before diving beneath your surfaces

Hastening the blade

Between skin and shade

I will pull your weight

Into the bed that I've made

Have a hit and a slip

Of the tongue, won't you come

To play in this orchard

Where the sweetest fruits are hung

I can cauterize each wound

Til they're strong as the bloom

In your eyes, whose emerald and blues

Beg me deify you

I can taste where you've been

The worlds where you live

And every second you've spent

Giving in to this.