Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Frigid

I no longer can concentrate, butterflies are whisking me away again
Come fly with me I’m inviting you, bring your love, please care for me too
Unmask yourself you puzzling fiend
Help me find my virginity
Spring seemed promising but too much time had passed
You cared for slimy fish, fish with puckered lips and sexual bits
Staring at yourself in the water like a stupid beast
Don’t fall in 
My obsessive solution was to burn those pins
I carried them and stroked them as I watched you
All that fresh youth and blissful ignorance makes me laugh now
The witches were wrong
There’s no magic to my hips
You were attracted to my immaculate symmetry 
Small red beauty so blinded by hype
I don’t know what you’re doing still knocking on my door
I could never say no to your pungent meat

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