Ok, let’s get that filthy scent…
The silver sparks burst down the spine, blackout, pleasure blackout
Mercury rising behind eyelids closed, afraid to see who she is
Like a huge, throbbing over ripe fruit, greased and on a buttered lilo
Lightening spurt, love hurts, scratching nails on your back feeling like a hero
A grunt and a groan, a quick peek and a moan, the man is embarrassed
Does having my cock sucked demean her? The thought is a micro flash
Keep licking girl, play that filthy skin flute, make it sing, you love me
The great lie is about to be exposed, the big one, the one they all say
Kaboom, I won’t come in your mouth, it’s probably protein, the Chinese do it
Remedial remedies for those who believe in tantric sex and sperm based medicines
Calm down Mr. Kama Sutra, that back bending one really doesn’t suit you
Just like snooker, potting pinks and browns, billiards making sure the white goes down
Hugs all tender, in the mind of the drowned, what time is the bus for the one with the empty bag
Ah but we love each other, it’s so nice and clean.
Well I love it filthy, raucous and mean.
Love is for talkers, poets and fucking stalkers
Sex is for driving the demons out, crashing the train, cursing the stains on the bed once again
Sex is a battle, sweat, blood, laughter and madness, biting down hard, passion is the fashion
Flames and hot coals, not flowers and crystal bowls from tuppeny stores, fuck that I want whores
I’m foaming as I write, biting tongue blood red gaping, laughing knowing that there’s no escaping the fact I’m a man, with a dick and desire
And I want to fuck the whole world…
At least someone should
Stop writing, get it on
Stop the adjectives! Get it on!
Stop the metaphors! Get it on!
Stop the world...and just GET IT ON.