Jumbled Up Thoughts
I was asking for it
You should’ve seen the clothes I was wearing
On my body
I
Was practically begging to suck
Your dick
I
Was practically begging to get
You
Off on a high
That I
Will never experience
Because
You
Never want to think about mine
Maybe some other time
You
You saw M-E
Of course
You didn’t see me
How naive
You. Did. Not. See. Me.
She that's alive
With eyes that light from behind her mind
And a face open with emotions that grind
Onto her cheeks
A soul that has been mine for weeks at a time
Before shrivelling up to die
With each passing rhyme
And I do cry
Cos I
Am a woman
That's what we do best
Other than entertain your little guest
We make sandwiches in the kitchen
Put on lace panties for your sick fantasies
Try and quit our 'bitchin'
Try to kerb your rising temper
Remember?
Of course not
You saw M-E
Missing an A-T
To resemble a slab of M-E-A-T because is that not what I am?
Boobs, blowjob lips and private parts
That I was taught by my mother to keep till last
After dinner, a drink, a year...or two
And yet here you are
Teaching me what to do with my meat
Just because you couldn’t keep
Yours
In your pants
Long enough to last.