We had ***, to the Bell Spelunking Of Andy Bird, Saturday night, And when I stuck your **** Into aghast chasms you said There was nothing. Tingles Pinpricks on your spine. You cannot feel me.
Outside your glass eyes beneath Dark cool lenses, and I am but A freshly born babe, clutching My sexuality in greedy paws, Bashing the shell upon my chest. I bit your ****. You cannot feel me. It bled. You cannot feel me. I am distraught over years of wasted dental work And twenty cavities.
You only feel me when I am ***** deep Brushing the holy grail of slash fanfiction And in reality it's a messier, uglier Business, and I don't know, I am a newborn, I am a newborn, I was just born today As a sinful lump of flesh, as A lump on the log of love, And we can never be married and You cannot feel me.