You’re so pretty,
let’s thieve us a car, and go for a spin.
I’d love to get my hands on that body built for sin.
Babe, you must have been sired by the one we
What with those doe eyes, and mouth full of Hell.
Bum me a smoke, and please, pray tell
where you’re going, Lover
Boy, cos there’s a
Fire-bird, and our two names are written all over
backward in time
enough to see the dawn of Cool.
Fuck me in the backseat on your birthday.
© Kindra M. Austin