Tonight

Tonight I do not wish to speak of the day's events or of our other woes...

Tonight I don't want to be held I want to be rocked out of this world

Until I can't feel my toes

Tonight I do not wish to confess my undying love or dedication

Tonight I don't want to light candles I want to start a fucking fire

And possibly make it into a documentation

I didn't bother doing my hair

Because tonight you are going to be pulling and leaving chunks of it

everywhere

I didn't accept your fine wine or your freshly drawn bubble bath

Because tonight you're going to get me filthy and unconscious amidst your

wrath

Tonight I don't want to make love I'm tired and drained of all the

emotional responsibility that demands

I'll make it up to you, I promise

I'll make amends

I had a fucked up day and now all I seek is revenge

Tonight I want your hands to explore dark depths we never went to before

Wage a war upon my sinful skin and go beyond the borders of a wife turned

whore

And then tomorrow, when the sex has leaked from my eyes, we'll make sweet

love the way our souls know how to and were born to do

And by then, the bruises and bites would have faded... well... at

least on you.