Thee

I'm an easy target for loving.
Easy fucking, easy money.
Riding fast in convertibles,
Loving bad on kitchen tables.

Perhaps I live off a dream
A lie, a desire,
A helpless scream.

I cry at night knowing you won't love me.
How you will use me and throw me,
Like a long forsaken junkie.

But I'll be here,
With my body rotting,
Sagging slowly,
Pissing bloody.

I'll open up to you.
My legs, my aura, my life so free.
I'll sell you, I'll buy you,
I'll love if you - if you open up to me.

We fuck behind gardens,
In the streets,
In the bars.
We never make love in the bedroom
In the foyer under the stars.

You push and moan,
You set me free -
You rip me open
So naturally.

Why can't you be honest.
Tell me these lies are promises.
Tell me my body griefs,
For an empty love of thee.

The Montera Game

A player knows the game.
A gambler remembers the cards.
An addict counts his money.
A hooker, what she'll charge.

The bills show a number.
The joker, his plays.
The phobic, his chances.
The liar - his fate.

I am that liar.
I am that cheat.
That good for nothing whore,
Who doesn't settle for defeat.

I spread my legs so tenderly,
I choose to give my all,
For vulgarity.

A monotonous lie I refuse to hate
Over and over with such monotonous disgrace.

I accept the billiards,
The cards,
The jokers,
The queens,
The bachelor's,
The smokers.

But I refuse to regret charity,
Of kindness of others,
Or smells of prosperity.

I accept the obscenities,
The screams, the money,
the defeat - the lies, the hustling.

When that day comes,
I'll be ready.
For the crown,
The jewels,
The wedding.

I'll give into the game -
I promise.
I'll stop the lies -
The conflicts.

I'll love again.
Pure, true,
Raw, and new.
I will.

Sex

When you want me,
You adore me.
When you lust me,
You fulfill me.
When you need some love and care,
You smile and moan.

When you need to cum and swear,
I'm your kicking stone.

I hope for single days of wisdom,
To long for love and maybe your lust of freedom.

I strip and bone,
I smoke and groan.
I perpetuate,
And never once, did I ever take.

For every pleasure I am given -
To the choices I have forgiven.
For pure vanity and muse,
A love life being used.
For an orgasm so wanted,
I made a promise - always broken.

To complicate such sweet love,
To endure such messy lust,
I would rather rot away
In a cave of solitude then to know such hate.

Agora

Um sabor, um desejo, uma alma, uma calma.
Quero ser o que não sou.
Não sou além desse ideal.
Alguma coisa inventada, romantica, prazerosa.
Um sujeito que não é,
Uma saudade que não foi,
Me dá o que não quero,
Me dá uma dor,
Aquela coisa,
Aquele fogo,
Apagou sem querer,
Sem falta de viver.
Quero tanto,
Quero pouco,
Quero simples,
Quero tudo.
Pedir apatia de um ser,
Viver sem duvida de mudar,
Respirar sem sufocar,
Amar sem restrições,
Aceitar sem julgamentos.
Seria,
A perfeita vida.