Pre positions – the taste of all you can’t have
Life is an addiction to everything forbidden — tears in my eyes and a mouthful of ‘members Why can’t we never forget about Why can’t we never get over the hurtful things unimportant things unholy things unclean I wish I could write a song and the singing and all I’m left to cope with is sex apart from love I never got from anyone My people are always hunting a love that never comes Life is an obsession with things we can’t expose under the sun They still believe women are not supposed to enjoy sex and we’re just there to serve the men and swallow their seed I’m not supposed to enjoy it, so they can enjoy having control; forcing it into me I’m not supposed to feel pretty and erotic between my behind That’s their thing They’re gonna force it into me And I’m supposed to cry I’ve been crying instead of cumming because I’m already past the time I could count on time and too many memories make you feel older than you actually are I’ve been crying instead of cumming to keep the object at a mouth length just make me cry elsewhere My generation is already elder in memories of things forbidden that we couldn’t help but getting addicted to My people are always lying under for a love… that Hoping to die before they walk away when they’re done If my elders had not forbidden me to sing when I was a kid or to speak, or to feel, or to Be I would have never obsessed over choosing the right preposition to come next
Thank you for reading.
Love,
Adora