Sitting on the couch,
in an awkward slouch,
I see you walk in like you want to dance,
Knowing you want some romance.
turning the channel I feel you sit next to me,
******* on my neck like a flea,
a parasite ******* away my laziness,
with the smell of a goddess.
when I lay down completely,
you move on top of me swiftly,
giving me gentle pecks down my lips,
while you sway your hips.
no longer able to look away,
you rub down my body like molding clay,
desire rolls off your tongue,
like it is about to be sung.
Once your clothes come off,
I gently cough,
around your curves is goth like cloth,
my mind cries out in pain since I know my sin is Sloth.
