Nourishment
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I wrote this in the grocery store parking lot, apparently grocery shopping makes me think about sex. So here's some grocery store parking lot rhymes for y'all.
Not one of us gets enough nutrients,
Or physical affection,
so pull down your pants and point me,
In the right direction,
In the middle of the produce section.
We're peelin' off the rinds,
Of 6 to 2, 7 to 3, 9 to 5 grinds,
and we find.
This all a challenge,
but somehow with daily vitamins and distractions we manage...
To keep ourselves locked up,
Behind nervous smiles and zippers,
Is where we'd like someone to pull our triggers,
Shoot up our pulse rates,
and provide a stage for someone's fingers.
Let our mouths remind us,
with a taste that lingers...
Of tonights performance spiting our own proponents,
of rationale and routine,
smiling at dirty sheets during the escape from our jeans.
Don't lead me to believe,
just lead me to your bed,
and I'll do my best to make a believer out of you instead.
That you deserve more,
tell me I'm what you want,
That in your daydreams I'm the ghost who haunts.
Your inhibitions and feelings you prepared,
I'll reply that you're not the only one who's scared.
Intend no intentions,
I'm just trying to get past my own preconceptions,
and you're the perfect one to lead this intervention,
bring your toothbrush, your anxieties, and contraception....
And without apprehension,
I won't proceed until you're as anxious as me,
to see,
each others' eyes roll back in our heads,
to see us get up to leave to jump back in bed.
I confess, I really have little more to say,
but I'm willing to listen and travel your body if you'll show me the way.
I am blessed to see you pleased,
when you're pushing my head down between your knees,
push harder,
I too need your release.
I need it,
I crave it,
be selfish and give me what I want...
tease and taunt,
and get caught,
as you're coming down,
but I won't let you hit the ground...
No matter how high you get,
you grant my wish to let...me respond.
Not one of us gets enough nutrients,
Or physical affection,
so pull down your pants and point me,
In the right direction,
In the middle of the produce section.
We're peelin' off the rinds,
Of 6 to 2, 7 to 3, 9 to 5 grinds,
and we find.
This all a challenge,
but somehow with daily vitamins and distractions we manage...
To keep ourselves locked up,
Behind nervous smiles and zippers,
Is where we'd like someone to pull our triggers,
Shoot up our pulse rates,
and provide a stage for someone's fingers.
Let our mouths remind us,
with a taste that lingers...
Of tonights performance spiting our own proponents,
of rationale and routine,
smiling at dirty sheets during the escape from our jeans.
Don't lead me to believe,
just lead me to your bed,
and I'll do my best to make a believer out of you instead.
That you deserve more,
tell me I'm what you want,
That in your daydreams I'm the ghost who haunts.
Your inhibitions and feelings you prepared,
I'll reply that you're not the only one who's scared.
Intend no intentions,
I'm just trying to get past my own preconceptions,
and you're the perfect one to lead this intervention,
bring your toothbrush, your anxieties, and contraception....
And without apprehension,
I won't proceed until you're as anxious as me,
to see,
each others' eyes roll back in our heads,
to see us get up to leave to jump back in bed.
I confess, I really have little more to say,
but I'm willing to listen and travel your body if you'll show me the way.
I am blessed to see you pleased,
when you're pushing my head down between your knees,
push harder,
I too need your release.
I need it,
I crave it,
be selfish and give me what I want...
tease and taunt,
and get caught,
as you're coming down,
but I won't let you hit the ground...
No matter how high you get,
you grant my wish to let...me respond.
