LAP DANCE

I want to sit on your dick,

Fuse myself to your stick and feel the warmth deep inside,

Then fall asleep because I have no energy to ride on into the sunset.

I just wanted the comfort of your hold.

To experience someone old because affection appears too far from the young kind,

Especially if ones mind wanders to the extremes of highs and too lows to go there in conversation,

Denial nation gives punters only hesitation.

Patience while I dance for you.

I’ll give you something to chew on while you get your screw on.

I’ll throw you a crumb so you want to take me home and back,

Head straight past my face to my clenched crack loosened with servings of spit.

Split fingers your breath lingers,

Cigarette and cock rots in ass hairs of the aching carcass covered spunk punk.

It’s time for bed but you want to go again instead.

Leeched on like a parasitical bug,

These seems a high price to pay for a hug!