Is it not enough to flaunt your tits
Or pamper your hair
Pull up your pants and show your cunt
How low can you go.
Your face is in mine will you not give me some
Should I really come here
Is your hair in a bun and am I the only one
To spread my seeds where they will not grow.
Hey you sexy thing you are a product of mine
Yet I do not understand
Why you pivot on your heels
Is that your defence or a female response that I do not know.
Can you stop talking so loud
And stop toothy smiling while you shout
Do not come in my face
It will mess up my hair.
Is that a g-string you are wearing or is it my guitar
How low can you go bitch
To strum the lower chords
Of my manly desires.
You suck and you come and wipe your face
Leaving me little satisfaction
And your clitoris spans your hips and reaches to your knees
But you will not tell me what you need to be pleased.
I wander in a jungle of pussies
Errect in a field of dreams awaiting to sow my oats
And trust the demons of desire
To lead you to me.
But love is not good enough to skyhook the reasons
Of why your pants cover your knees but not your ankles
And show your bum
Heralding my anal concepts of fun.
Muscles contract and draw in in your cunt
As simplicity of evolution determines
Your sex but not your heart
Excuse me for sitting on your face and blowing off a fart.
Oh woman you must be a fool or very clever
To enable spermfull mans like me
To deliver a squigly potent seed
That will construct our ability to be free.
Children hold parents responsible for their prison
They are not individual but confined to their genes
We temper our life but all motives
Dissappear when I open your legs.