What I really Want

What I Really Want

Everyone's
In such a hurry
To make
The hit parade.

They stand out
In the light of day
Escaping all
The shade.

If only they
Could calm right down
And let things
Mosey on,

They'd be
Less pretentious
Instead of
Planning con.

I've got
No ambitions;
My mind
And heart are clear,

The friendly sort
Who just enjoys
A smile
Without a tear.

Nothing so
Enlightened
Or exotic
All in sum,

I don't want
To fuck you,
But I'll kiss you
'Til you cum.