Pretenders

Anger and lust my senses running amok
Bewildered and deluded, have i been hit by a truck?
When my tongue lay inside his lip
Felt like the time in the womb
But i woke up with a headache that split my skull
Alone in the room
I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees
Under the bed with my teeth sunk into my own flesh
I said "baby, oh sweetheart"
Lust turns to anger, a kiss to a slug
Something was sticky on your shag rug, look at the tile
I remember the way he groaned and moved with an animal skill
I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest
It was all very run of the mill