Vacillator de Ethel Cain

You’re so smooth
If you want, you can burn me
And I won’t move
You won’t lose me to thunder or lightning
But you could to crowded rooms

I like that sound you make

When you’re clawing at the edge, and without escape

Do you like that, baby?

I can make you cum twenty times a day

Close the door, let me in

If you love me, keep it to yourself

If you love me, keep it to yourself

If you love me, keep it to yourself

If you love me, keep it to yourself

If you love me, then keep it to yourself

If you love me, then keep it to yourself

Keep it to yourself

If you love me, then keep it to yourself