Lumber Jackie

She’s flannel over glitter, bad math in boots

Pole chrome shining like spit-shined truth

Sweat rolling slow like it’s got somewhere to be

Every spin saying "come ruin me"

Bills stick where gravity gives up

Lights too hot, room leaning drunk

I swallow hard as she bites the air

Edging me with a smoldering predator stare

She says, “don’t talk—count the bruises”

Grins like she’s keeping score

My conscience running for the exits

But I’m already pinned to the floor

I'll be your axe-murder victim

Leave me wrecked, make it ritual

Flannel sin and glitter scripture

Pheromone sweat tastes like communion wine

Amen

Amen

Amen

Kill me like an axe-murderer please

Marked up, crossed the grain

Handle me like a lumberjack, baby

Raze me like a stand of pines

Sap everywhere

No shame

no shame

Pole sweat dripping like punctuation

Every pause a provocation

She bends the night till it starts to beg

Heels digging threats into the edge

Silver stare, Borden grin

Crazy lust when the bass digs in

She drags the moment slow and mean

Like she knows exactly what I’ve seen

This ain’t love

This is friction

This is pressure, meat, and poor decisions

This is flannel sticking where it shouldn’t

and glitter migrating like a crime scene

Make me an axe-murder victim

Cut close, keep it wicked

Sweat-soaked vows, splintered rhythm

Say less—yeah, I get it

Lumber Jackie kill me with heat

Rough hands, blurred lines

Work me like a lumberjack, baby

Timber falls—when you fall on mine

She disappears in a fistful of ones

I’m still buzzing, still split in two

If that was a warning wrapped in flannel

I ignored it—just like she knew I would