Juicy drip on the late-night creep,
Ti Neil bite slow—make the peach-heart weep.
Velvet skin, sugar sin, tongue-tinted neon pink,
I’m the thorn in your split, let the nectar sink.
Fuzz on my teeth, lava lamp in your throat,
We swirl like codeine on a speedboat.
Lick the bruise I left, it’s a violet tattoo—
Say the safe word, but the night ain’t through.