"Love Language

I suck at talking

Only ever capable of having a discussion You can call me Richard Gilmore, cause I can't talk for nothing They probably be glaring at me like she weird and disgusting Only small talk, but its a big, big world I got nothing to say, and yet I'm hella articulate Quiet in the corner waiting for the spark that lit the mental wick To perk up and surge But it's always a dead end, it's absurd!

And we can get hot and amorous But I ain't looking for your looks because the thing I find most glamorous is the conversation Need me a bitch who can stay locked in I ain't gonna blame em cause the capitalist reaper probably came aknocking to put a fetter on they soul But Imma keep writing, try not to die in anguish Till I find me a girl who can speak my love language You can laugh, but I'm not joking, I need me a bitch who know how use a semicolon; cause I don't, maybe she can teach me; for its her words that gone reach me Tell me why the only ones tryna buy me drinks are those wack hatted weirdos (minus lena, she's amazing <3) Appearing from the shadows Done with stinky boys who dun read two whole books Done with puppy girls who think they cute cause they bark You ain't cute when you dumb, you hot when you smart Nah thanks I'd rather get a ride home from the cuties Make em sharcutterie So I can show em what I got to spread Then tell 'em a story that'll knock em dead Shit I oughta teach a master class in whopping ass with words

They like "damn she really like the sound of your own voice" Okay, you right, but you could be the counter melody, lets get baroque, It'll make me moist I lied, because I'm way more romantic, imma get pedantic, I hate Bach If you fucking with Debussy, You may colonize my pussy "She oh so obnoxious, and hella dramatic" You don't wanna hit of the gas up in my brain, shit is neurotoxic Again you right again, but life is better with some verbal spice You might not believe it, but I ain't not introverted turtle All these clowns playing balatro, but I'm here playing WORDLE

Wanna fuck me? Romance me I already know I'm pretty, so you gotta impress me, only way to seduce me Deliver me a soliloquies about how you can't live without me Astound me with that verbal dancing Interogate me, venerate me, degrade me Only then maybe you subjugate me Why they call it dirty talk when I can speak it so cleanly? No idea how to spit game, but Imma live my life like I'm stuck up in a play

They say eyes is the window to the soul Shitty wisdom got me feeling dull So you better get to yapping, and then I'll kiss those balking lips And fuck you so hard I leave you stammering But talk is cheap, and pussy ain't free So you better pay the price, if you fucking with me