Edit 24/10/11
I am weary of this pattern
the in-out-clench-aah pattern
the ooh-that’s-good-now-finish-quick
slippery slick
the constant submission
to the missionary position
with all the frustration
of failed penetration
the batter and splatter
the fence
See-sawing somebody
neutered and nobody
teetering taut on the edge of the wall
wilfully, willingly
playing with poesy
waiting for friction to trigger the fall
Let me drown
bring me down
to the pearl-studded beds
that shine through the shells
of black-and-white hells
and preachers with Janus-like heads
I am weary
I am sleeping
and my metronome is keeping
time and being
never seeing
that the zeitgeist has become
less a spirit
than an irritating drum
beating softly till the audience is numb
let them come
let them come
I am done
Original version
I am weary of this pattern
the in-out-clench-aah pattern
the ooh-that’s-good-now-finish-quick
slippery slick
the constant submission
to the missionary position
with all the frustration
of failed penetration
the batter and splatter
the fence
The see-sawing somebody
neutered and nobody
teetering taut on the edge of the wall
willfully, willingly
playing with poesy
waiting for friction to trigger the fall
Tease me and treat me
to tastes of exotica
feed me erotica
spiced and sincere
whip me with whispers of
spray-sated waterfalls
white-suited curtain calls
dance in my ear
Let me drown
bring me down
to the pearl-studded beds
that shine through the shells
of black-and-white hells
and preachers with Janus-like heads
I am weary
I am sleeping
and my metronome is keeping
time and being
never seeing
that the zeitgeist has become
less a spirit
than an irritating drum
beating softly till the audience is numb
let them come
let them come
I am done
I am weary of this pattern
the in-out-clench-aah pattern
the ooh-that’s-good-now-finish-quick
slippery slick
the constant submission
to the missionary position
with all the frustration
of failed penetration
the batter and splatter
the fence
See-sawing somebody
neutered and nobody
teetering taut on the edge of the wall
wilfully, willingly
playing with poesy
waiting for friction to trigger the fall
Let me drown
bring me down
to the pearl-studded beds
that shine through the shells
of black-and-white hells
and preachers with Janus-like heads
I am weary
I am sleeping
and my metronome is keeping
time and being
never seeing
that the zeitgeist has become
less a spirit
than an irritating drum
beating softly till the audience is numb
let them come
let them come
I am done
Original version
I am weary of this pattern
the in-out-clench-aah pattern
the ooh-that’s-good-now-finish-quick
slippery slick
the constant submission
to the missionary position
with all the frustration
of failed penetration
the batter and splatter
the fence
The see-sawing somebody
neutered and nobody
teetering taut on the edge of the wall
willfully, willingly
playing with poesy
waiting for friction to trigger the fall
Tease me and treat me
to tastes of exotica
feed me erotica
spiced and sincere
whip me with whispers of
spray-sated waterfalls
white-suited curtain calls
dance in my ear
Let me drown
bring me down
to the pearl-studded beds
that shine through the shells
of black-and-white hells
and preachers with Janus-like heads
I am weary
I am sleeping
and my metronome is keeping
time and being
never seeing
that the zeitgeist has become
less a spirit
than an irritating drum
beating softly till the audience is numb
let them come
let them come
I am done
It could be worse
