Boughs of memory trees weighed low with snowy regrets
What's said is said but I'm caught in last week; ashamed, I flee from the thought.
I'm so sorry I asked to kiss you passionately or tint your tits white with my facepaint...
NOT!!!
I'm FON, the Pan, a satyr unsated in deed, a dandy daring you to your knees
This lust here's neither need nor greed
just unshot seed and without you, babe, I'll be blue
Bluebell pistil's sway where you stand planted akimbo, haughty eyes askance
Send me crawling back up the walls to dance alone in my spartan room, so blue, blue
Flower mouthed queen's crystal-slipperless feet twisting up my sheets
I'll lay you down hard on my napsack and lap long at your lap, lap, lap
To go down with you sideways
Take you down sideways
Let's go down sideways
Un-don your panoply
I'll play you operatically
Make you cream dessert
coconuts & mirth
I'm taking off your gloves
Causing you to swear and swerve
Don't throw a conniption fit
as I delect your hors d'œuvre
I'm putting laughter on the Ritz
Eat your snatch with crackers, bitch
I see you in your springtime best; your inhibition's needless
Trade in your deepest reservations for a Masters Suite with me, yes?
Table for two, all-you-can-eat carnal delight
A ticket to ride dressless & restless all night
We're careful: we don't separate the consequences from the sequins, right?
My rubber-sex-suit's like my dance shoes: snug and pearly white
You're gonna wonder if I've got seven tongues, each hotter
And hotter
hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter
Heave into you
Glowing heavy breaths
Heaven flow unloading
Cleave unto me, breasts
Heave, ho, heave
But what if precaution fails
Wouldn't that be a disaster?
Nope, I'll never make a babe be a bastard.
I'll say with a grin, "Keep it," and "Hope for twins!"
Teach 'em everything I know
How to swing on swings and how to sing
Jump ropes, throw stones so they skip
I'll teach the kids to flush their shit
I'll take painstaking measures to transfer to them treasures like compassion, fascination, elation and hate-negation
And if you leave in the morning light
My skin still aglow from the night
I won't feel alright but that's part of life
Strap some stomp boots on my feet
Scan leaves, film trees, and breathe
Leave you a message, no words, I'll just hum
As I stride on in step to the beat of my drum
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I wrote one once that went..
I spot aspy in the marketplace
a ripe loaf, lump and flavorful.
I could take you home to roast,
so cute and breediful.
Oh please me, please, be coming home,
I'm hungry and I'm full.
Just turn your words into your tongue;
your mouth, a waterfall.
I'll sup, what's up, let's eat you up,
I'll taste you till you're done,
and when you're acrid, lanky, hull,
I'll sleep and moan the sun.
I'll mope and word, and dry with thirst
and fill up to the brim
and play as he I used to be
until, again, I'm him.
I would like to hear this put to music, please.
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