private night

don't give me reason. just give me what i want.
baby, i'm freed pigeon;
will haunt your eye-cunt.
i ain't no typewrite; but will rune love-texture...
into your body in italic font;
do write the novel on your body;
but won't let anyone read it, i know i'm sure, daunt
i'm the pleasure of v-venom
infatuation with m-money é yó yá flaunt.
you want the money in b-bank
i'm gonna extol you, or you say... vaunt?
i'll love you in boulevard street;
carry you to my private restaurant
then, you'll get banged. & isn't what'd you babe want?
just don't give me reason
i be here on your haunt
i read your curvy body; am being familiar with your flaunt
you're dang full of scars
flawless claws you got in private-night
imma take you to my room
& will love you like a rebellion in battle of riots-rite.