Just the Way I Like It

Just the Way I Like It

The power you wield is explosive

You’ve blown my mind to smithereens

I want to repair the damage

But I like the way it looks to me

Torn, tattered, terrible

Bruised, battered, unbearable

And Just the way I like it.

I should be writing sonnets

Full of Iambic flowers

Instead my mind is full to the brim

Bound to explode in carnal showers

Violent, vulgar, volatile

Vulnerable, vindictive, vile

And just the way I like it.

I’ve built you up to mythic status

Like a monument to your grace

Such fragility, I’m afraid to touch you

But every time I see your face

I know that...

The power you wield is explosive

you’ve blown my mind to smithereens

I want to repair the damage

But I like the way it looks to me

Torn, tattered, terrible

Bruised, battered, unbearable

Violent vulgar, volatile

Vulnerable, vindictive, vile

I’m falling, falling, falling hard

Just the way I like it.