Songs of Milan

  why wouldn't i want to tell the world about you?
   come ride my face, give me permission to steal a taste and devour your external being and infiltrate your sober thoughts

  why wouldn't i want to tell the world about you?
   you place your shyness upon my inner thigh and express your intentions within hollow finger tips
   you suppress your pride behind your eyes, you can't look at me, i can smell the hunger on your neck, you open up for me.. i taste the lust on your lips
   wait your turn .. roles reverse ..
    open me .

   why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you?
   lost myself trying to give life to you, was willing to take on the world and anyone or thing that intruded your happiness, but you weren't willing to surrender temptation.. meanwhile i was hungry, starving
   i prefer you to be raw, anew, imperfect full of faults, touchable in reservation.. naked and beautiful

   why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you?
    planted a seed of self neglect.. naked mind.. invisible sex
   why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you?
   he isn't you.. fresh venom.. go ahead.. ask me how you did it.. how you opened my core and chained melody to my skin, bound seduction to my limbs and your salvation to my lips, ask me how you stripped me blind, departed time, infiltrated my mind and placed vulnerability into my eyes, ask me how weak i became.. ask me how it felt, my tongue erupted nerves.. my inner thighs became your bed

   why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you?
   your eyes fell in lust with its ability to move freely.. convinced my shape to open up to you with hopes to penetrate the master
   savor each word melted on the tip of my tongue.. but you aren't listening.. don't cry, they cannot hear you .
   i hope you feel through the silence ..

   ask me again ..
   why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you ...

    the parts of me you desire are the only forms of communication you've taught yourself to understand .. your fingers command attention, my body triggers reactions.. you savor me when you're hungry
    bleed from your hands when you cannot feel me.. my touch suffocates your pride

    why not let me into your garden, give into me, allow me to run my fingers through the tulips running free with your hips .. surrender conscious to my touch, close your heart and open your legs.. i prefer you to be sweet on my tongue, rough within grip, cynical .. my suppressed lotus .. wrap me into your vines, i earned this .

    why wouldn't i wanna tell the world about you ?