Well, babe,
I can tell that you play in a heavy metal band
from the rhythmofthewaythatweFUCK!
And if it was’t for the long haired rocker fantasy you’re letting my live
I might be fooled
Because you turn the fairy lights on when I tell you I’m coming over.
And,
you touch my skin like I’m a butterfly pined to a frame, and
anything louder than a whisper will destroy my fragile wings.
You’re not too far off,
because it does make me crumble beneath you.
And while you’re making me mugs of camomile tea,
honestly,
all I want is for you to play me like a jazz musician.
So,
when I get on top
I slow us down
and remind you that
there are different genres
and maybe tonight
I’m a woman to be loved like an RNB song.
I slow us down
and remind you that
I’m a woman to be loved with both hands.
And if that might involve one hand down south
and one at my throat,
that might be okay too.
And if you want
I’ll show you all the ways my body is like your bass
and all the different ways you can play me.