Your sex is scared
to go home
of what lies behind darkened doorways
where you decide to divulge
those undercover secrets
those under the cover regrets
where you tell me I am the best
but when your not lying
I am one of those regrets
Your sex is a windup toy
with no off switch
are you ever turned off bitch?
you gitter / shake / jive
stick your ass in the air
like I stuck quarters in a slutty pinball machine
and its giving me extra play
Your sex is a pair of new leather shoes
the creases have not formed yet
and neither have the crack
your just not as sexy
once I have you on your back
because your uncomfortable
you need a little wearing
or
my feet are too wide
and I don't want your sex by my side
Your sex is a house cat
always in the way
swinging your tail in front of the TV screen
or
when i am reading
you brush your head on me
scratching my leg
saying cum play with me
Your sex is a punk rock show
punched in the face
dizzy, spinning, disorientation
but when I cum too
I realize it was an empty escape
with your loud vocals
and face paint
your a sexual circus side show
and the next time your in town
I am not going to go
Your sex is a boxing match
and I forgot the combination
to knock your G-Spot out
do I jab jab left
and hook with the right
use my tongue to upper cut and stop the fight
Your sex is a pre-made frozen hamburger patty
from Costco
it tastes really good
when I am drunk and high and haven't fucked in a week
but when I read the ingredients
on the inside of your label
i don't know if I am going to be able
to keep down all your baggage *vomit*
Your sex is a pack of Marlboro Light's
cheap
addictive
easy to stick in a pocket
until your name buzzes on my phone again
Your sex is the last beer in the fridge
at the end of a lonely twelve pack
that I drink because I have already
made it this far
might as well push this
push....this
as far as it might go
on this San Francisco night
Your sex is a taxi cab outside my window
never waiting
but always
just around the corner.
July 6, 2009
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