Found with a hand in the pot
Palms full, everything got
Gold skin on a summer’s eve
Shed tees and white teeth

I’ll take what I want
I’ll concede to all my faults
Dirty jeans and tongues pretend to talk
I won’t feel guilty when you kiss me

Love is malleable and it bends like a body
Legs wrapped around me
The Gated Garden is a myth I can’t conceive
And I know where I’ll sleep

Honey pot, honey pot
I’ll take what I want
I want

Honey pot, honey pot
I’ll take what I want
I want