I've had my share
of naked luck
but I make love
I do not ****

Don't get me wrong
I'm not unable
I simply prefer
to be strong and stable

Let my lips explore
the curves of your body
I'll start at your neck
and get more and more naughty

I'm blessed with size
I've learned technique
the foreplay alone
will bring you to the peak

I know that I'm forward
and hope not to offend
but trust me on this one
you won't have to pretend

So free up my fingers
and your wish I'll fulfill
show me what you like
and I'll bend to your will

I'll make your lips quiver
and you will arch your back
you'll be telling tales
of my skills in the sack

Don't take me for cocky
I prefer confident
and know I'm not selfish
I'll leave you content

It's not my intent
to get you on your knees
I won't aim for your eye
I aim only to please!

Are you blind?
Do you not see?
The pain and hurt,
you're causin' me?

Face to face
with either of you
my rage at the other
It will show through

One stole my love
The other my friend
Is this the way
the tale will end?

I'm losin' out
why must I endure?
Are you the disease?
Or are you the cure?

Am I condemned
to push the stone?
In vain I wait
and remain alone

"Don't beg and plead"
I'm told by pride
But what else can I do
when I'd rather have died?

A stab in the back
A slap in the face
and all of sudden
I've lost my place

The place in her heart
That I loved so dear
The place at his side
A friend so clear

She's stolen my heart
He's stolen my lover
They've stolen my smile
Why must I recover?

Now I've lost it all
I've lost my way
I've lost my will
What more can I say?

Perhaps you were cold
or maybe broke and hungry
but know it was bold
to pilfer things from me

If it was unattended
I might understand
but it was ******* attended
very ******* close at hand

At least you were decent
and left me my keys
Oh, wait! No you're a ****
I hope your **** gets disease

If I ever find you
I'll rip out all your teeth
I wouldn't **** you, true
but you're a worthless, ******* thief.

Now I'm not quick to anger
and I've got a long fuse
you best accept the danger
with the targets you choose

So know that I'm ******
and I'm ready to attack
You're high on my ****-list
and I want my ******* coat back

You told me today
that now you're afflicted
but no re-hab required
it's to me you're addicted

Don't rush to your doctor
Just run straight to me
I'll relieve your addiction
and I'll do it for free

All I ask in return
is that you keep me booked
'Cause now that you mention it
I'll admit that I'm hooked

Allowing ourselves
to be tangled together
could keep us both warm
in the coldest of weather

Our arms engaging
and our fingers entwined
my hand in your hair
and your smile on my mind

With our lips crossed
and the way I've persisted
I hope you won't mind
if my tongue's a bit twisted

But being twisted with you
is a whole other beat
so lets get tangled up
put our song on repeat

So lets let ourselves
get tangled together
and let my arms be
the most gentle tether

to keep you as close
as you'd like to be
but just out of reach
is too far for me

You don't eat bacon
I like you more than bacon
Bacon rules

Please forgive my hesitation
at instigation of flirtation.
Did I ensure my elimination?
My romantic assassination?
I'll gladly partake in any placation,
for any chance of indoctrination
to the centralization of your concentration.
An operation of admiration.
A correlation of inflammation.
Your gravitation brings animation,
exclamation and elongation.
My specialization is duration.
Not to hint at a connotation,
but I feel a certain *******
by an obligation to a certain destination
where your presentation gives me restoration.
Petrification?
Total mind evacuation?
Would clarification bring fascination?
Stimulation!
Salivation!
Gratification!
Insinuation of fornication?
A simple salutation to syncopation.
Would a single bright carnation
be enough of a motivation,
for a two way relocation?
Would poetic recitation
be sufficient lubrication
for collaboration?
A consolidation?
Or an exacerbation of isolation?
Please hold no reservation,
I've only got one aspiration.
To achieve a higher elevation;
by means of inhalation,
or a certain recreation
involving a bit of perspiration
along with physical communication.
Does this seem such a bad situation?
Or are you ready for pure elation?