“A lot of people ask me, stupid ******' questions
A lot of people think that, what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna **** somebody
That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it”
Said my music
After I have
A bad day
These words float in my
As function through
The day
Barely functional
A dream hanging
On a string
And my integrity
****** up
**** I hate Perverts.

Knee slap, diaphragm control,
living room, bass boosted,
ceiling fan casting an X shape,
blonde locks, same songs,
robots & girl futura,
love, ***, existence,
drugs, dancing along
if you find the nerve.
How do I put this
compact view into words?
Fleeting, farewell,
at large, unheard.
What is it that you deserve?
Whatever your meat
tape, twisted, desires.
What is love to me?
To be, at all, near or beside you.
Tragic for me, as millions,
lessons learned eventually
maybe learned too late.

Worship me
Acknowledge me
Love me
My love

Eat me
Breath me
Drink me
You yeti

Making love to me
Pleasure me with you tongue
Other parts
As I scatter my self
Around you
Darling.

As you have you way
With me, my Yeti
I want you to love, pleasure
I hope you’re in the mood
To blow my mind
Tantrically

As I lead you to my bed
As I wear a Latex suit
I unzipped the bottom zippers
So you can
Massage and kiss
my womanhood
And the other regions
Please have your way with me
My Yeti

My loving Yeti
As I scatter
Myself
Inviting you
You tattoo my heart
Like no one else
Family/friend or in
This case...lover.

As we make love
My British Yeti
My prayer wheel necklace
Rolls against my *******
As you cuirass them
Loving in your hands.

Woke up
Thinking you
My British Yeti
With butterflies in my head
In my heart
And
In my womanhood
My desires
Woke me up
How I want you
Inside me.

I as I think of
The next chat
We have
I have question
That might shock you
Would you
Mind climbing Everest
With me
Maybe we can
We can couple in
The safety and comfort
Of our tent.
I won’t go
Monk chasing.