The Posture of A Gentleman

Liberty, you're fucking me up the arse 
I can taste it on your lips
You're so promiscuous
And when I say I'm a lover, not a fighter
I watch you harvest 
A throne of decadence

Gift of temptation 
Two lovers, in tandem
Procrastinating 

I want to live in a body with no insecurities
So high, I feel like a king
In love with all my addictions 
But you don't know it, I get sad
I get sad and cry when you're not around
I often think to myself
I want to be normal, whatever that means 

I think I love it now
I think I love it now

Having sex with you in my head 
I can't stop it now
Picture us, on a wild ride
Electrified, hypnotised 
I think about it every day
I want a boyfriend in France
Tortured romance 
Dancing until my sweat glitters 
Smelling his dirty boxers
I talk dirty to you in dreams
Telling you all my secrets
Promise you'll never break my heart
I wake up embarrassed, wondering what I said
Regret it all, do it over again 
It's so typical, blocking you out
With sunglasses
With endless music
Reading poems in the grass
As the sun dances on my skin.