aw lawdy lawdy don't you know can you imagine the paleness of her nakedness cast against the darkness of the room

her room

the suburban moonlight streetlight starlight cocktail a silky mojito of phosphorescence washes in through the pier one bamboo shades washes through under over her bathes her with a softness gone missing in the moment i hold grab take her breasts bountiful buckets of love and rockets squeeze knead push her away she looming large above me her hands palms flat on my chest her lips leaning in a lubed hand reaching behind beneath in that style she has oh that style she has she sends me yes she sends me i spin for her in the web she's spun for me sticky sticky that lubed hand stroking my cock transferring that smooth silkiness readying me readying herself

there is no music the beat goes on there is no tension the lines are taut there is no mystery momma done gone call the cops the robber's been caught

she done stole my soul all is lost

a buck a twist a handful of hair a grip learned in ancient sparta wrestling naked boys in lives past lives lost all is lost my hand on her throat

covering the scar left behind by jesus mary joseph

i say holding her down on the bed that is too large that allows her escape in the sleeping hours that affords her the chance to build the fortress round her dreams

keeping me out

i say holding her down on the bed she straining against the grip breath hard tongue over tooth on lip i whisper i beseech my hand on her throat i say just two words i say

tell me

that's all i want that's all i need i just need her to tell me

aw lawdy lawdy don't you know can you imagine the paleness of her nakedness cast against the darkness of the room

ghost fucking

aw lawdy lawdy don't you know don't you just know sometimes i'm watching my big old tee vee tune into the wayback channel some sixties seventies drama there's this woman you know her this woman of the world she has her apartment in the city she has her high fallutin' job in a highrise she's hip she's hep

she wears black at inappropriate times

because she's cool and she can get away with it you know audrey hepburn breakfast at tiffany's cool without the innocence she has her fancy job she has her liberal attitude her own personal je ne sais quoi that oftentimes leaves her unapproachable yet she has a lover

a married man

ah the story turns eyebrows lift murmurous rumors over coffee in the booth in the back in the corner yes she is in love with a married man who lives in the lovely hillside suburbs with his lovely wife and his lovely child he just needs a little bit more than the deck with the view of the city and the good schools

george washington cut down the cherry tree
abe lincoln got a hole in the head
good school good bike never scraped my knee
jay eff kay well he be dead

and the good schools and the driveway reserved for the weekend car and the trees and the grass that must be cut trimmed raked bagged and the parks with the overly safe play structures soft landing rounded corners the sandboxes with no needles the rules that keep out the bums

and the khaki oh baby all that khaki

one day i'm a movin' to alabama
gonna buy me a tractor and a lucky charm
one day i'll be grinnin' at the bank
gonna start me a big old khaki farm

he just needs a little bit more outside the regular don't you know the regular it just don't work for him any more did it ever really work seemed the thing to do at the time but wait but wait it's not like that he had the love yeah

he had the love he just never felt the rockets

they meet happenstance the ether just sort of brings them together a chance meeting on the street corner a small gust of wind blows the loose stack of papers from her arms he stoops to help she kneels all lady like it's the corporate seventies it's hose and heels it's fat tie fat knot and hair over the ears the wet head is dead they look up at the same time their eyes meet

love at first sight it's tee vee but don't you know it happens yes it happens

it's a mad passionate love affair he declares his love for her she declares her love for him

i say holding her down on the bed pinning her she struggling she straining against the grip breath hard tongue over tooth on lip i whisper i beseech my hand on her throat i say just two words i say

tell me

that's all i want that's all i need i just need her to tell me

aw lawdy lawdy don't you know can you imagine the paleness of her nakedness cast against the darkness of the room

ghost fucking

she says wrestling her arms free struggling out from under me she says twisting up along my side slithering she says

no

and strikes sinks her teeth into the skin she my viper she my asp my snake she strikes sinks her teeth into the muscle above the left nipple biting deep puncturing my heart breath deep i grab a handful of her hair pull her back i want her gone she's not going she's got hold of me like a fucking pit bull biting deep puncturing my heart

breath deep

there is no music the beat goes on there is no tension the lines are taut there is no mystery momma done gone call the cops the robber's been caught

she done stole my soul all is lost
 
it's a mad passionate love affair

they talk they laugh they play she pulls the thorns from his paw weaves love into her drawings he steps warily into her world he jumps wildly into her pond scrambles to the beach spins her so turns her inside out sometime she don't know up from down and that is so oh kay with her

they have lunch that is not lunch but is sustenance nonetheless that is lips and nibbles and giggles and he takes part time leave of his suburban haven every once in a while he dabbles and dips in his toe tests the water she invites him to swim in her bay she opens up a window on her life she lets him in

she lets him play in her sandbox
there may be needles no guarantee
there is no rhythm hell it's just tee vee

it's a mad passionate love affair he declares his love for her she declares her love for him they make lovers' plans for a future in a perfect world they would have already been together

breath deep

there is no music the beat goes on there is no tension the lines are taut there is no mystery momma done gone call the cops the robber's been caught

she done stole my soul all is lost

my hand to her throat i have to cut off the air to get her to convince her to beg her to remove her fangs from my heart it bleeds i bleed for her goddamn i bleed i give my blood nail me upside down on the cross of saint peter i shall deny you three times before the cock crows i cannot deny you i breathe you i am hazel motes i deny your existence you are the church of christ without christ i cannot deny you i walk your path broken glass and rocks in my shoes i breathe deeply your soul barbed wire tight round my chest

i blind myself with the acid of a lime

tell me

i beg i demand

that's all i want that's all i need i just need her to tell me

aw lawdy lawdy don't you know can you imagine the paleness of her nakedness cast against the darkness of the room

ghost fucking

she climbs atop me straddles me sets herself around me slides down upon me engulfs me in one swallow one gulp her cunt a velvety throat gripping giving i try to buck her off she leans forward her breasts bobbing befriending bouncing on my chin i buck she rides arches her back arm up like she's back in texas on the bull back in the texas she claims as her own the arm swings down

she slaps me hard

twice

on the cheek on my cheeks

it stings it burns
put da lime in da coconut
i love i learn
turns out i'm a loyal fucking mutt

who fuckin' woulda guessed

she rides me hard

it's a mad passionate love affair he declares his love for her she declares her love for him they make lovers' plans for a future in a perfect world they would have already been together

he goes home to his wife and kid in the lovely neighborhood with the tree lined streets with the noise ordinances with the lovely school it's only for a little while only a couple more years maybe five who knows

if it's wednesday it must be meatloaf

outasightoutamind

she spins lost at first scared frightened she goes to lunch with friends her close friends they sit around the table they eat fondue long toothpick shishkabobs various meats in hot bubbling oil bread in cheese strawberries in chocolate they tsk tsk they say they declare with some sort of collective knowing with some sort of village council wisdom

he's never leaving her

hands stretched across the table touching caressing her own clucking some sort of tribal chant warding off evil spirits a cult of confederate cunts gone undesired priestesses of urbane paradox

you know he's never leaving her

she is the monk crossing the mongol steppes one step at a time the first few feet of the trek fuck the journey seems so long goddamn it goes forever it goes and it just goes will it never end

a tunnel with no light would be so much easier the solid feel of the rock walls comforting even in the dark there's only forward and back the choice so simple either or one or the other

the open light of the steppes daunting like the food court at the mall so many too many fucking choices most of them horrible potentially threatening

you know he's never leaving her

she shrugs whatever seems sort of like having to take care of your slow little sister the one your parents left you with and you're afraid the elements are simply too harsh for her

we all have baggage we all have obligations

she loves him anyway love it's fucked up if he never leaves her if he never leaves her maybe never will come around sooner rather than later love it's funny that way

i blind myself with the acid of a lime

tell me

i beg i demand

that's all i want that's all i need i just need her to tell me

aw lawdy lawdy don't you know can you imagine the paleness of her nakedness cast against the darkness of the room

ghost fucking

she climbs atop me straddles me sets herself around me slides down upon me engulfs me in one swallow one gulp her cunt a velvety throat gripping giving i try to buck her off she leans forward her breasts bobbing befriending bouncing on my chin i buck she rides arches her back her arm up like she's back in texas on the bull the arm swings down

she slaps me hard

she leans over she sinks her teeth into the lobe of my ear she tells me she tastes my blood i bleed for her she whispers harshly she says to me

i fucking love you i'm always going to be with you

her friends cluck she smiles she looks out the window the bridge the cars they come they go the fog the lights the moon a cocktail of journeys returning leaving

she knows he's coming over tomorrow she can't wait

there is no music the beat goes on there is no tension the lines are taut there is no mystery momma done gone call the cops the robber's been caught

she done stole my soul all is lost love it's a fucked up thing love it's funny that way

ghost fucking and all that