I Got the Desire To... (A Song Written for a Woman To Sing)

I got the desire to buy every kind of lingerie
I got the desire to
Undress at the airport security terminal
(In order to be scanned from top to tail...)
I got the desire to
Shine your torch beam at my nipple
Aren't you curious if it looks like a strawberry
Or a little melon.

I got the desire to
Send myself creepy texts from nonexisting people
Until every neuron in the lizard brain is excited.
I got the desire to pee with you a bit in the ocean.
I got the desire to
Sit under the pier and
Smell each other's salty skin and
Find my body full of chills.
I got the desire to
Eat, in crazy ways, every part of your c-u-l-o.

I got the desire to
Scrape a country off the map.
I got the desire to
Puff on a cigarette with a busted lip.
I got the desire to
Let a big dog drink hormonal urine from my potty.
I got the desire to
Not get lost even a little bit behind the ear's lobe
As the lover's hair wraps around his index
When making the gesture of pulling you close.
I got the desire to
Stick an ice pick through your kneecap.

Sometimes, my sweet little darling,
Sometimes all my desires are a little pointy.
I admit it.
Let's dance slow and talk about the meaning of life.

Life has three rules:

1. Ignore nothing.
2. Do everything.
3. Don't get too much lost inside human.