I got perversions, various
positions and provocative propositions
I would like to indulge you with.
If you got the time, hunny, I got
the black mind and the dim lights
and the double post bed if you
catch my drift.
I’m like a Rocket to Russia,
forever lit, ready to blast
at a slight of eye or a slip of
your dress revealing your shoulder
blade which cuts through me and
makes me shudder with contempt.
I believe in beauty and the
Mona Lisa and know a masterpiece
when I see it, but I’d rather see
your mascara run down the sides of
your face while we bark and caw
like two frenzied apes and let
our sweat mix together like a spell.
I’ll probably feel the guilt like
concrete in my stomach in the
morning but right now it all
seems right with me.
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