The Bachelor

When I make good the things I should
my appetite bites alone at night
and when I kick shit at insane fits
I drip and lick until I’m sick
AM bed-wrench made the worse
Without your arse delay imburse
And A.M. bed-wrench feels just fine
Without your sleeping legs round mine

I want you on me when you’re questioning
No time to answer if I’m genuine

Your mouth ain’t at its all-time best
With all this frayed and worn unrest
The spark of blood a flush your cheeks
The most life you’ve shown me for weeks
The point you made is tuned all wrong
Played one too many times that song
The point you missed to see and hear
That songs alone to me are dear

I like your scent on me in light
So long as it washes off at night
my money’s where your wet mouth fits
so please don’t read this as romance
Trouble in back, stretched legs up front
head-rushed on your sweet movement
but fail to see the common link
between my bed and A.M. sink

I want you gone just when you’re feeling fine
A hungered mother fed and so benign

Your mouth ain’t at its all-time best
With all this frayed and worn unrest
The spark of blood a flush your cheeks
The most life you’ve shown me for weeks
The point you made is tuned all wrong
Played one too many times that song-
The point you missed to see and hear
That songs alone to me are dear

© Owen Emmerson & Michael Whitehead (2012)

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