We melt into each other nightly,
vanilla and strawberry, slurrying together with abandon.
This is how I think of us,
within my private recollections.
I have no problem telling you,
far from it.
That mischievous grin and dirty laugh
know more than they let on.
You’re a sauce pot;
making my heart stop;
getting it on until it all rots.
We’re a new ice cream flavour, hun.
Best on the market:
The pesto and pistachio one
that we got from
Clapham.
A day away from the sun;
Just follow the rays to the bedroom,
Whereupon you’ll find me.
Clothes slapdashedly splayed
On the tarnished, royal curls of the carpet;
Upon the bed, I’ll be purring.
Hop on; try to forget about the heat.
A day away from the sun
Horniness is my biggest weakness right now.
How can something that leads to such gold,
Be something which stops everything else around me?
Time doesn’t stand still,
It accelerates
And I’m just stood here
On my own,
You know, alone.
I can’t achieve anything.
And it just won’t go away.
I yearn for that touch of the flesh
From the girl who wants the same thing.
We’re both two losers
And we could have as many cold showers as possible,
This horniness won’t go
Until they deed is done.
Horniness
I mean, surely you get the motivation for this? Lock down got me pretty… Tense.
The Disinterested Philosopher Gets By 