Sweet on You

I want you.

I am not sweet on you.

I want you.

I want to rip and tear.

I want your clothes in little pieces

Next to a witch's brew

Of your sweat and my sweat

and a little you-know-what.

I want to tear the wet sheets

Off the wet bed,

Just so we can do it all again.

I want to leave a mess

Next to all the furniture you own,

and I want to tear off your shiny,

Pretty, well-sculpted, and useless veneer,

Just to see what's underneath.

I bet it stinks like sour milk.