sitting on the floor i think about all the pretty girls
(and prettier boys)
and the mouths that i've tasted

there was my sweet chum
with his sloppy lips
who left me wiping my mouth off for days
and turned my brain into cupcake batter

i had my boyish lady friend
who helped me figure out who i was
with her subtle hands
and her thin lips
with thick emotions
and even thicker passion

there was the boy from down the road
who turned me into an animal
with his claws and fangs and grip on my thighs
those kisses weren't kisses
but i liked them the same

i can't forget the one i loved
with the familiar mouth
of a friend and a playmate
and a lover all in one
i don't want them anymore
but they stay locked up in the corners of my brain

i also had a dancing fellow
who sang and moved and explored
with an always-smile on his face
and whistled when he walked
his kisses tasted like sweet butter
and he would never **** a spider
that's one i won't let go