Dr. Dolittle (Sex Shaman)

I wish I was a Shepard
Tending to my flock
I’d wrap my little farm boy lips
Around a sheep’s wooly, uncircumcised cock
Docile lovers
Or so I have heard
Baaa baaa bad sheep
If it’s love, what’s so absurd?

Can a man not love a beast?
Maybe a dolphin at least?
I’m beset, wet goddess
When I see your silver bodice
Let’s make a tuna casserole
Sea mammal of my heart, make me whole

I am a sex shaman
Lover of all things
Whatever fate brings
I’m down to fuck

I am a sex shaman
First of my kind
If love is true
Is it not blind?