Nothin But a Hestroke

She rolled in on a cherry-red bike
Said, “I ain’t yours, I just like the contest—
You look like you fuck and forget your title.”
Lit a smoke with my last encore
We didn’t make love—we made a mess
She gave me nothin’ but a heatstroke
Left me breathless, hard, and broke
A kiss so wet it damn near choked
Yeah, she gave me nothin’ but a heatstroke
Left nail trails like battle rites
Said, “You’re cute, but not that deep—
We broke the table, tore down the blinds
Fucked like thunder in overtime
She laughed and said “I just like how you taste.”
Burnt my bed down, stole my last smoke
Left me breathless, hard, and broke
She don’t do hearts, she just provokes
Yeah, she gave me nothin’ but a heatstroke
She left lipstick on my credit card
Boot print on the dashboard, scrch on my guitar
Now I see her in every bathroom sink
Same grin, same sins, same dirty high
She blew me a kiss as she rode his face
She gave me nothin’ but a heatstroke
Left me breathless, hard, and broke
A kiss so wet it damn near choked
Yeah, she gave me nothin’ but a heatstroke
She’s the overdose.
And I’d snort her again…
Th’s 13 nailed to the bathroom wall,
lipstick, bite marks, and a shattered mirror.
For this round, I’m pulling one of the darker lust-driven subjects from the list:
We’re gonna wrap this one in musk, breath, swe, and obsession. Slow, seductive,
and predory. Think le-night leher sheets, dim lights,
and a scent that fucks your head worse than the act itself.