dishin' kink with the habitual divorcees
wading through the epithets and swill devotion
hiss away
hiss away
I slither through the motions
swapping logic out for crusty bits of passion
a pound of flesh- fresh tissue for the nightflies
buzz away
buzz away
ye connoisseurs of commotion
from traditional walk of shame
to the presence of coital strain
nothing says "impressive" like a phone-it-in lothario
often pleasure is measured by a glimpse at a lifeline
from the sensible walk-away
to the promise of coital stain
pheromones can generate the adulation one bestows
and I'm not above tempting hell-
I've buried the guidelines...
I'm sad to say this ain't the lowest point in my life
Fucking pandemic. I miss seeing Buildings perform. Have done so many times, but now experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I just can't turn this up loud enough. Rumpel Vim