My Dirty Valentine

When I look over at you on the couch
I want to close my dented hardwood door
And run my hands up your sweater
Cuffing your breasts,
Feeling your n*****s harden from beneath
Your white lace bra.
I want to know you as both
Virgin and w***e.
I wish I could touch you
For the first time
While you told me about
All the guys you’ve fucked.
I watch you undress
And notice the gentle slop
Of your breasts.
How when hunched over
You look like a medieval beggar woman
Washed from the shores of Hell.
I want to pour booze on your tits
and treat you as my personal tavern.
My head throbs in pain
From stale air, mountains of homework
And dealing with virgin’s romantic problems.
I want to f**k you till I feel nothing.
I want to cum blood on your a*s
And pray the fetus inside you
Will asphyxiate himself
With his own umbilical cord.
I want to be your Valentine every day
Of this god-forsaken year.
I want to shroud you with rose petals
And bathe you in champagne.
Look into my eyes and tell me
Dirty little lies that get me hard.