Wordf-u-cked

You think it's sexy
getting poetic  
feeding your ego  
those dainty darling    
butterfly lines  
when the gas in your belly    
blows more soul  
than the worms    
come a crawling    
outta your mouth  
The voices    
only you hear  
those middle of the night    
chain you to the keyboard types  
oozing excuse me    
begging pretty please polite  
Baby, just the littlest taste    
I promise it's a quickie    
nothing fancy  
and definitely no rhyme  
so no need to get your great big  
dictionary out  
The horny little commas    
can take a back door hike  
we'll finish up later  
put the title on hold  
I'll even keep my panties on    
if you like