Angry. Pouty lips. Yet there's a fire insatiable to want me. Roughly claim me. Take the breath out of me. Expecting me to surrender. But this low growl became me. You woke up the beast. And he's hungry. Necessary roughness. My choice of poison. But I can't help how compelled I Am when your hands consume me. Ambushed. And I'm the rogue alpha. That loves toxicity of a kiss. Moans mercilessly. You never been worshipped like this. Clothes like rags ripped like you been to a war of the ages but I was home to you. But the battlefield was work and I was your prize somehow. Kissing me till I'm drunk hazy off your lipstick now. Knowing I'm addicted to someone sweet. Someone my hands cradle like a peach. This fever never on ice. The way you Love me Nice. Knowing I tap that like kurt angle every morning every day every night. Kisses to peach fuzz. You know I'm hooked on the taste. Crave you like jiffy cornbread. I wanna be the king to taste the feast. I'm selfish with my food. Dessert especially I'm possessive as a mutt. I bite. Just to mark what's mine. You cry the remembrance of my name. Your hands wildly consume my hair. Yes I give you that dark mocha flavor. Then pound cake till you exclaim how this Demi God wordplay foreplay poetic? So tell me how does that taste?