20 April 2007

Kitchens Of Distinction

4 Men

Stars are falling down

onto this broken-hearted hungry clown

because he cannot get his fill.

Never thought that he would ever

want this much from a man,

but love is the steepest sharpest slide.

Oh here he'd lie at your side

looking up into the sky

wondering if this is allowed.

but fear rules him easily

it takes lust and strength to

turn to you and say,

"I want you and I need you"

but I haven't got the fattest chance in hell.

Sun has finally upped and gone

being bored of everyone

I slip of my shirt and shoes.

Time to hate myself again,

my small voice and freckled skin

to the safety of the dark.

Oh here I'd like between your thighs

looking up into your eyes

wondering if this is allowed

but fear rules me easily

it takes lust and strength to

turn to you and say,

"I want you and I need you"

but I haven't got the fattest chance in hell.

So why does the world laugh and take us on these rides

my dear?

I'll shut my epileptic eyes and

daydream of busy nights, my dear.

Because I want you and I need you,

I'll crush my arms around

until I melt inside of you.

Oh got I want you and I'll have you,

I'll be your son your slave and keeper.

There were four men in this room...

why did you have to go and pick on me?

Why?

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