Confessions Of Afterwards

Mushed genitals  
mashing together  
till hard meets so wet it's flattering  
and I'm a flea-bitten dog of an old boy curing green sickness still  
and he's got a pussy so I don't care  
and he's got the softest lips  
and I've never ever...  
but I can give leg-shaking orgasms  
and massages after  
 
I'm an empath  
a chameleon  
opening heads with LSD and a baseball bat  
my body feels pain  
and my body fears death on a cellular level  
but my mind is infinity  
a plethora of creation  
and a garrison for unclean thoughts  
 
my dick is out for blood  
but I never really meant to...  
and you just said it was ok  
"Just definitely clip your nails next time"  
and I dropped my coke nail obsession right away  
you're so bad for my ego, hon  
and I'm bad for you in almost every way  
I only have two appeals:  
I'm cute  
and I'm the most insane person you will ever meet  
even if I refuse to show you all of it  
at least we can have some fun  
 
when I'm going down on you I feel like a mystified Argentinian boy  
diving underwater for pearls  
like a blind otter when I'm sucking on your dick
we're both shivering, horny things  
and after fucking we lay spread out  
seizing like epileptic vegetables  
if I cry after sex  
would you still really want me?  
if I bared my teeth  
would you still touch me?  
if I'm gasping for life and grasping at air  
will you please hold me?  
until my fits stop?  
I want the comfort  
but I need to ask for clarification  
I'm not real right now  
I'm all input and output  
a machine  
but I hope I can make you feel good, babe  
cause I need much more to be ok  
 
and maybe I'm projecting cause you're perfect but...  
ouch! don't bite my nipple so hard little one  
I love you  
I'm not going to later  
but I love you today  
and I'm sorry for tomorrow